Chapter 98

The game is over!

Ferguson and the club's manager and staff all rushed onto the field excitedly. It was not even known who had prepared the streamers and salutes, as if this was already the last round of the league.

——But for Manchester United, this really doesn’t make much difference, they are already firmly in the championship throne!

After returning to the locker room, the trio who scored the goal were praised, while the defenders still couldn't escape a meeting.

Even though they won, the feeling of omissions and conceding goals must be remembered. No one can expect to have the chance to score two goals in a row in every game.

After Ferguson left, someone brought in a speaker and played loud and enthusiastic celebratory music, which instantly swept away the low sound that had just been blown away by the blower.

Cristiano walked around the locker room with a dry towel wrapped around him, smiling, swaying to the music, shaking his body and nodding his head. He walked to Van der Sar to high-five, and then walked to Ferdinand to bump into the frustrated defender.

His wet curly hair stuck to his neck and forehead, and he ran around without wiping the water off his face, like a puppy that had fallen into a pool but was still full of energy, frolicking, and annoying everyone.

But one thing must be made clear, this little dog who was kept by all the main players in the Manchester United locker room was not annoying at all. Van der Sar laughed and high-fived the dog, then took out an energy bar from his pocket and threw it to the dog, while Ferdinand touched his soft curly hair twice, swayed along with the dance, and his mood obviously improved.

Alan raised his eyebrows and looked at the Portuguese boy dancing around in the locker room. He hooked his fingers and laughed: "Cristiano, do you never go to the dance floor?"

"?" Cristiano opened his eyes slightly and then laughed, "Are you provoking me? I grew up on the dance floor. My friends all say that I dance well."

He said dramatically, looking like he accepted the challenge.

——He was not lying. Coentrao and Marcelo kept praising his hot dancing skills, and the men and women on the dance floor who would come up to him and buy him drinks were the best proof of that.

"Are they those friends who praised your singing?" Rooney asked.

"No, some other friends," Cristiano answered honestly.

——Kaka and Ramos praised him for his good singing. Although he knows that he may be off-tune sometimes, he thinks that it sounds good most of the time. After all, a devout son of God would not lie. Ramos, his Real Madrid teammate, has released a personal album, and he believes in Ramos's ability to appreciate music.

Rooney was silent for two seconds, then looked at Cristiano: "You have a lot of friends, Ronnie."

Especially those who are either deaf or blind.

"Is it possible that those who praise you for dancing well only think of your face?" Pique asked, looking Cristiano up and down, and added, "And your body."

"That's certainly part of it." Cristiano grinned at Pique. "Thanks for the compliment, Gerrard."

"You're welcome." Pique also grinned brightly.

Alan: “…”

There was a lot of excitement in the locker room, and then there was the post-match interview. The interview atmosphere of this game was very good. After the interview, the group took a bus back to the temporary hotel where they were staying.

Cristiano and Ferdinand stayed in a double room. When Ferdinand went to take a shower, Cristiano ran to the balcony to report to his lover: "We are at the hotel, Kaka! How about you?"

AC Milan's league match was in the next day, and Kaka and his friends had just arrived at the hotel.

Kaka is still roommates with Costa. As soon as Costa heard Kaka's voice soften instantly after answering the phone, he knew who was on the other end of the phone - it's not that Kaka is not gentle enough when he speaks normally, but gentleness and tenderness are two different levels. The former is etiquette and distance, and the latter is to the point of drowning.

Costa rolled his eyes, and at Kaka's apologetic smile and look, he slowly walked out of the room and slammed the door shut.

Couldn't the club be generous enough to book them a room with a terrace? !

"They also doubt your certified dancing and singing. I can't explain much to people who can't appreciate it, right Kaka?" Cristiano also complained about the banter in their locker room.

Kaka nodded without hesitation: "That's right. You can dance and sing in front of me. I think you are great."

Cristiano's singing voice is much better than his. Although he can't sing, he can appreciate music, that's a fact.

Cristiano's dancing is also very cute. He has a figure and proportions that all men in the world envy, but he doesn't do any excessive movements or raise or swing his hips. He always shakes his waist and head, and waves his arms up and down, and shakes his shoulders, like a cute robot.

Sometimes he would dance on the dance floor, and sometimes on the bus on the way back, wearing the shirt he had just been interviewed in. The thin shirt would even highlight his beautiful and distinct abdominal muscles as he moved.

Clumsy, serious and hot. Kaka thought to himself, goodbye to those who don’t know how to appreciate.

"Are you playing against Juventus tomorrow?" Cristiano brought the topic back to the game. His chat topics always jumped around, but Kaka could always keep up with his thoughts immediately.

"Yes. They are a strong team. Tomorrow's game may be difficult, but AC Milan also has the best lineup this season." Kaka said, looking out the window. This may be their best lineup.

Cristiano responded: "Yes, the best lineup and the strongest belief will help you win."

"Is this what you speak from experience?" Kaka chuckled. Cristiano's voice on the other end of the phone was always calm, unlike the humid and rainy climate in Milan. Kaka felt much more at ease.

Although he and Cristiano were teammates for only four short years, even four years was enough.

He had felt the other team's belief in victory at close range and on the same field. Even though their lineup was not good enough at the time, they still defeated Barcelona, ​​which was at its strongest at the time, and won the La Liga championship that year.

This is what makes Cristiano different. In the team, even if he does not wear the captain's armband, he is still a well-deserved spiritual leader. Even Raul, Casillas and Ramos cannot deny this. He passes his persistence and belief in victory to every teammate. When they are exhausted, they still grit their teeth and hold on to the end.

This is also why Kaka will never be able to forgive himself in the Champions League final that year. He knew very well that Cristiano and his team were exhausted, and he thought that his coming on as a substitute in the second half would bring a turnaround for the team, but in fact the game was dragged into a penalty shootout. Cristiano and Ramos, who had just experienced the bombardment of the league competition, were exhausted, but he also missed the penalty kick. He could not forgive this kick. He obviously knew his physical fitness and how important this ball was. The boos from the whole audience and his teammates covering their faces helplessly and desperately, they missed the Champions League.

Kaka remembered that Cristiano came over and touched his forehead. He could clearly feel the boy's disappointment and frustration, but he also clearly felt that these emotions were like arrows piercing only Cristiano himself.

The boy put his hand on his forehead and whispered to comfort him: "We just lacked a little luck, Kaka, we will still have the Big Ear Cup."

"Is it?" The refreshing laughter of 20-year-old Cristiano came from the other end of the phone. Kaka came back to his senses and took a deep breath.

Cristiano heard the breathing sound on the other end of the phone. He scratched the back of his head, coughed lightly, and added a little humility that was not worth much, "If you can add a little bit of luck, it will be even better!"

Kaka laughed.

"We'll do our best." He replied, "Cris, go to bed early. You have to go back to Manchester tomorrow?"

"Yeah. You too, rest early and don't think too much. As long as you get on the court, the ball will find you." Cristiano said.

The two hung up the phone, and Cristiano came back from the balcony, and saw Ferdinand sitting on the bed, looking at him with raised eyebrows.

"Go to bed early and don't think too much?" Ferdinand repeated what the boy had just said outside the balcony. He laughed, "Ronnie, my God, you have grown up."

Cristiano's ears felt hot. He was annoyed by Ferdinand's imitation of the voice as if smoke was coming out of his head. He jumped onto his bed and slammed into the quilt: "Leo! I didn't use that tone!"

Damn it, Ferdinand's weird, deliberate, incredibly gentle voice, coupled with his face and chocolate skin, and the strong visual impact created by the white sheets pulled up to his waist, is enough to give people goose bumps!

——This is not a compliment. Cristiano thought angrily in his heart, and at the same time shouted in his quilt: "You are not pretending at all! What you said is ten thousand times more disgusting than what I said!"

"Ha!" Ferdinand laughed. He got out of bed, grabbed a pillow and hit the bulge on the bed opposite him a few times. "Little bastard! I should have recorded it for you and played it in the lounge of the club on loop!"

"Then Keane will beat you up first!" Cristiano said unyieldingly.

Ferdinand paused for a moment, he had to admit that what the other party said was most likely.

So he hit it a few more times to make up for not being able to play a prank.

The next day, Manchester United's main players flew back to Manchester and got half a day's rest.

Alan invited everyone to a party at his house, as a small celebration after his return from injury, and also to celebrate Manchester United's title defense.

Cristiano looked a little conflicted when he heard this.

"What's wrong? Do you have a date?" Alan raised his light golden eyebrows, crossed his arms and looked at Chris.

He knew very well that Cristiano didn't have a girlfriend - after all, no girl could tolerate a training maniac like Cristiano. Competitions and daily training already took up enough of his time, not to mention that Chris had found so many extra trainings for himself. It would be strange for him to have a girlfriend.

Even if there was, it would have been separated long ago. Alan was extremely confident because he had a previous experience and was dumped by his ex-girlfriend.

"Not really," Cristiano replied.

Alan snorted softly. What did he say?

"But there is a game I really want to watch tonight and I want to watch it live," said Cristiano.

Giggs rolled his eyes when he heard this, while Neville took out his phone and picked out the correct answer from the four games: "Oh, it's the Serie A match between AC Milan and Juventus?"

Cristiano chuckled.

"What's the big deal? Let's watch it together." Alan sneered. He thought there was some important arrangement. "Watching a football game with more people creates a good atmosphere, right? Wasn't it interesting to watch Riise's highlights last time?"

Cristiano immediately nodded with a smile when he heard this. He loved the hustle and bustle. If Alan was willing to change the evening activity to a football game, that would be great.

"Okay, okay." He agreed quickly.

Rooney lamented: "Oh my God, I don't want to be inseparable from the ball when I am at a party..."

"Then I'm afraid you can't come to this party. I arranged the wine glasses and ice cubes to be in the shape of balls, as well as the cakes and pies." Alan looked at Rooney and teased.

Rooney: “…”

"Alan, do you have chicken breast or steak prepared at home?" Cristiano asked, pulling Alan's clothes.

"...Yes, there are. And fish fillets, is that what you want?" Alan turned to Chris and asked.

Cristiano nodded and grinned, while Rooney looked at Chris hopelessly and rolled his eyes to the sky: "Ronnie, you really don't know how to enjoy life, do you?"

"It's enough for me to enjoy football." Cristiano replied, "Okay, let's go, Alan! To your house!"

He excitedly put his hands on Alan's shoulders, jumping and urging him on like a locomotive. Then Pique, Rooney, Ferdinand... a group of people childishly put their hands on their teammates' shoulders one after another, cheering and jumping, and went to the parking lot.

Ferguson and Queiroz were passing by. Seeing them from a distance, he laughed and turned to Queiroz and said, "What a lively group of kids."

Queiroz agreed with a smile, but thought in his heart that if it wasn't Cristiano who was riding the locomotive, he was sure that Ferguson would only say that these kids were not doing their jobs properly again, and might even say something like "Ronnie must be training himself right now."

Alan's home also has a cinema, but it's not as spacious as Cristiano's, so it was even more crowded this time. Cristiano was the first to grab a seat with the best view, and then sat down without moving.

"Hey Wazza! You're squeezing me!" he grumbled. "Gerald! You're sitting on my ankles!"

Rooney and Pique were carried away one by one by Giggs and Keane.

Pique didn't want to move at first, but when he saw that it was the captain who was holding his collar, even though the captain was almost a head shorter than him, he obediently shrank his neck and cooperated to be moved behind Cristiano.

What a shame, this is a great seat for watching movies.

He thought to himself as he watched Keane take his original seat.