Chapter 10
In 2003, a youth transfer fee of 12.24 million pounds shocked everyone who paid attention to football. For a while, everyone was asking:
Who exactly is Cristiano Ronaldo?
Is he worth it?
Is the old Sir crazy? !
He even gave Manchester United's legendary No. 7 jersey to a young boy!
When will he play? Will this be a surprise attack?
He looks really handsome, but as we all know, good looks alone are not enough on the field. Does he deserve the number seven jersey?
Ferguson must be senile to buy such a vase!
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Cristiano came to Manchester United in such an atmosphere of great attention.
Ferguson was worried that the outside public opinion would put a lot of pressure on the boy, so he called the boy to his office seriously and said, "Listen, you don't have to pay attention to the outside voices now. I have the best arrangements for you. You just need to concentrate on training. Do you understand?"
Cristiano nodded, "I see. Then I'll go to training?"
Ferguson paused. Perhaps in all his imaginations, there was Cristiano's look of suppressing his indignation, Cristiano's look of being furious, and the fearless spirit of a newborn calf that is not afraid of a tiger, but there was no such a crisp and clear answer.
He suspected that the boy in front of him did not fully understand what he meant, but he did not emphasize anything more and waved his hand to signal the boy to go out.
Cristiano knew what Ferguson meant. When he transferred to Manchester United in his previous life, there was also overwhelming public opinion, both positive and negative. In addition, it was the first time he left his hometown and went to faraway England. He was so nervous that he couldn't sleep well for several nights and his temper was terrible. Even when he called home at night, he couldn't help crying just by hearing Dolores' voice.
At that time, he wished that Dolores could come to see him, or spend more time with him on the phone, instead of passing the call to the coach and letting the coach comfort him.
But this time it’s different. First of all, he has long been accustomed to being in a foreign land. Secondly, what about the current media opinions? It was nothing compared to the maliciousness he saw later.
More importantly, he had just arrived in Manchester last night when he received a call from Simeone. Simeone, Bosco and Di Gan all expressed their cordial condolences on the phone and gave him long and concerned instructions regarding the well-known weather and food issues.
Before hanging up the phone, Di Gan asked him to get him a Ferdinand's game jersey if it was convenient, and Cristiano of course took it.
After Simeone's call was finally over, Kaka's call came in right after.
As soon as Cristiano picked up the phone, he heard his lover on the other end of the phone ask hurriedly: "Cris? Have you arrived in Manchester? Are you still on the way? You didn't call me, and your phone was always busy..."
"Kaka? Hey, relax, speak slower, I almost thought you were suffocating." Cristiano interrupted Kaka's series of questions. He frowned and sat up straight involuntarily, hearing the panic in his lover's tone.
He tried to speak as quietly as possible and explained, "I just got in the car and wanted to call you when Simeone called me. We just finished talking."
"Oh, is that so? That's good, it's okay... I'm just, I was a little anxious because I couldn't get through to you on the phone, sorry Cris..." Kaka whispered.
"What about you? What are you doing now?" Cristiano interrupted Kaka, tilting his head and clamping his phone. "I really miss you. It would be great if I could hug you now. I bet you need this."
Kaka paused. He was actually worried that his occasional neurosis and crazy desire for control would make Chris feel strange and distant, but he couldn't control himself. He knew that ever since Chris left in the last life, a beast had run out from the bottom of his heart.
But when he heard Chris's answer, his heart slowly returned to its original place. Cris always understood him and would always respond to him warmly in the most direct and honest way, making him feel safe.
He felt that the beast within him was temporarily brought back into the pen.
After a few seconds, Kaka found his voice: "Yes, I really need it, Cris."
Cristiano listened to the depressed voice on the other end of the phone. He even had the urge to go to the airport and buy a direct flight to Milan immediately, but he held back and quickly responded: "I'll keep it in mind. How about we add it together next time we meet? It won't be long before I become an adult, in the sense of growth."
Kaka finally had a hint of laughter in his voice: "Cris, I don't want to do that."
"I know." Cristiano also relaxed and exhaled, "But I missed you, and you missed me, and I couldn't think of anything better than doing that."
I don’t know if Cristiano’s words had a soothing effect, but Kaka’s voice on the phone was obviously not as tense as when the call was first connected. He returned to his usual state when chatting with Chris, and the two began to talk about the team, the game, and Mendes.
Cristiano asked his agent Jorge Mendes to sign Kaka, but the fledgling football agent thought this was a crazy idea, even crazier than when he knew that Sir Alex had met Chris in person and confirmed the transfer privately.
That’s Milan’s golden boy Kaka!
The chance that he even hands the other party a business card is pitifully small - not to say that there is no chance, but at least at this stage, signing Kaka is like pie in the sky for him.
However, that's exactly what happened. Cristiano pushed Kaka's phone number to him, and Kaka expressed his willingness to cooperate without any hesitation. Mendes then realized that the two of them had known each other for a long time and were a pair of very good friends!
After Mendes dealt with Cristiano's transfer to Manchester United, he went to find Kaka to go through the signing process. He is probably on the plane now.
The two chatted until their phones got hot, and they were still planning when to let Mendes know about their relationship, and whether it would be better to do it step by step or cut the Gordian knot.
Poor Mendes kept sneezing on the plane, not realizing that this pie in the sky would not only make him a top agent in the future, but also allow him to successfully sacrifice his thick head of hair.
After Cristiano hung up the phone, he quickly sent another text message to Kaka:
【C：I belong to you. You belong to me. Always know it.】
Kaka looked at the three lines of words squeezed together on the small screen of his mobile phone. He slowly smiled and put the phone to his lips and kissed it.
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