Chapter 110
Cristiano limped around the field with Figo and other teammates. After thanking the audience and fans, he slowly walked back to the player tunnel.
He did not participate in the subsequent interview. Scolari directly arranged a car and a national team doctor to take Cristiano to the corresponding medical center for examination and treatment as soon as possible.
Mendes also followed Cristiano nervously, and couldn't help but repeatedly confirm Chris's condition with the team doctor along the way.
The team doctor was so annoyed that he almost stuck to the car door and wanted to jump out of the car and leave.
"Relax Jorge, we will be at the medical center soon and you will get a more detailed report." Cristiano comforted his agent instead and rescued the team doctor.
Mendes couldn't be as calm as Cristiano, he saw clearly how much pain Cristiano was in when he fell.
He even had to go to the sidelines several times to ask the team doctor to temporarily treat his wounds and relieve the pain, which was very rare for a boy who could usually endure pain.
He had to worry about what to do if this injury affected the subsequent games? This is the knockout round of the World Cup!
Cristiano patted Mendes' arm and said nothing more.
He had already used the treatment package given by the system after the game. After nearly an hour of dealing with complicated post-match affairs, the buffer time for the treatment package had expired and it was now beginning to take effect. He clearly felt that the pain in his injury was not as sharp.
He was sitting in the car and received a lot of first-hand congratulatory messages on his mobile phone.
He called his mother back first. Ms. Dolores, his brothers and sisters, and his father were all talking excitedly on the other end of the line. Cristiano couldn't hear a word clearly. It was only when Dolores snatched the phone and walked to the balcony that he could hear what the other party was saying.
"Chris, are you okay? Are you hurt? How are you?" Dolores' voice was choked with sobs.
She saw her child rolling on the ground in pain, and she wanted to send Chris home directly. World Cup hell, she didn't care.
But she knew her young son cared, so she said nothing.
"I'm fine, Mom. The team doctor said there's nothing serious wrong with me, but to be on the safe side, I'm going to the hospital to let the doctor check it out." Cristiano replied, slowing his voice to comfort his mother.
He raised his voice and changed the subject in a lighthearted manner, "Did you all watch my game? How was it? I was pretty good, wasn't I?"
"Of course, Chris, you're the best." Dolores barely suppressed her worries and said, "Your father was so proud that after you scored the goal, he even opened the window and shouted to the outside, 'The goal was scored by my son.' I'm really worried that the neighbors next door will scold him for disturbing the public."
Cristiano laughed out loud, covering his eyes, and tears flowed out from between his fingers as he laughed. It was so wonderful.
Denis didn't get to see these in his previous life, but he will get to see them in this life, and he will make his father even prouder.
He turned his head away, hiding his tears from Mendes.
"Are you all in good health?" he asked again.
"Of course, dear, we are still young, don't worry about us." Dolores smiled. Her youngest son was even more delicate than her two daughters in this regard. She said helplessly, "If you hadn't stopped me from going to the scene, we would be in Germany now."
"If we can make it to the final, mom, if we make it to the final, you can come and watch our game." Cristiano said with a smile, "But the premise is that dad, brothers and sisters have to watch you. I don't want you to be so nervous that your teeth break."
"Nonsense." Dolores cursed with a smile. She was not that nervous at all. It was too exaggerated!
Cristiano smiled and chatted with his brothers and sisters for a while, and then his father - Dinis, who would proudly and excitedly shout out the window when he scored a goal, became reserved when facing his youngest son's call. He just said two words, "Great, Chris", "Protect yourself", "Don't let your guard down"... and then Dolores snatched the phone away.
After finishing the call with his family, Cristiano heard the radio in the car reporting the results of the quarter-final match that had just ended:
"The two quarter-finals that just ended were between Portugal and the Netherlands, and the team that advanced was Portugal."
"Brazil vs. Ghana, the team that advances is Brazil!"
Cristiano smiled and opened his phone's address book. Before he dialed Kaka's number, the incoming call popped up on the screen.
"Hey Kaka." Cristiano greeted cheerfully, "Congratulations!"
"Congratulations to you too, Cris." Kaka said, but his speed was even faster. "Costa told me that you were injured. Where are you now? Have you gone for a check-up?"
"Costa is a traitor to our national team," Cristiano choked and muttered under his breath, then replied, "I'm on my way now."
"Okay, is it at the counterpoint center in Nuremberg?" Kaka asked.
Cristiano reacted quickly and asked in surprise: "You want to come over?"
"My teammate Carlos was injured during the game. The nearest medical center is also in Nuremberg. I came here with him." Kaka said, "Wait for me there. I will be there soon."
Cristiano responded when he heard it, and he saw Mendes raised his eyebrows at him and asked who it was with his mouth.
He answered silently: "Kaka."
Mendes nodded slightly. It was normal for players to come to the corresponding medical center for examination after the game. He didn't say anything. He knew that Kaka was in good condition during the game, so he didn't worry too much.
Cristiano then spoke to his lover on the phone: "So is Carlos okay?"
"I hope it won't affect the next game." Kaka said softly.
Cristiano paused, sounding a little bad.
"Mr. Ronaldo, we're here." The staff beside him reminded him in a low voice.
Cristiano looked out the window and saw that they had arrived at the medical center. He answered the phone and hung up with Kaka.
After a series of examination procedures were completed, almost an hour had passed. The accompanying team doctor arranged a VIP observation room for Cristiano to rest overnight.
Mendes thought Cristiano would refuse because he had the impression that boys hated hospitals, but he didn't expect Cristiano to agree obediently this time.
"Go back, I don't need anyone here." Cristiano said to Mendes. He gave the room number to Kaka and started to chase people away.
Mendes nodded and said, "Sir Ferguson just asked me about your situation. Can you call him back later?"
"Of course!" Cristiano responded, "I was going to give him the news tomorrow."
"That's fine. I'm leaving now. Call me if you have anything." Mendes patted Cristiano's shoulder.
As soon as Mendes left, Kaka arrived.
Cristiano was talking on the phone with Ferguson. His eyes noticed Kaka, who was still sweating at the door. His lover was jogging over with a slight breathlessness. Cristiano's eyes lit up and he quickly made a gesture to indicate that he was on the phone.
Kaka nodded, walked into the room, closed the door, and then sat down beside Cristiano's bed.
Cristiano raised the corner of his mouth towards Kaka, his eyebrows and eyes curved in a smile, and reached out to grab Kaka's fingers and hold them.
"...Yeah, they said I don't have any serious problems and a week of rest is enough." Cristiano responded to the coach on the phone.
Ferguson listened to the boy's cheerful voice on the phone, as if the person crying and gasping for breath on the bench was not himself.
He shook his head and warned the boy in a deep voice: "Don't take these minor injuries lightly. Minor injuries can lead to hidden dangers and accumulate into terrible disasters. Ronnie, you have to play for a long time, understand? So take care of yourself and take it seriously."
"I know, Boss, don't worry. I want to keep playing for a long time more than anyone else." Cristiano replied.
Ferguson couldn't have said harsher words to his youngster.
It wasn't that his little Portuguese player was happy to be violated, attacked and injured. It was all because of that damn Dutchman and Scolari, the stupid old man, who put Ronnie in such a dangerous position after leading by two goals - especially when the opponent showed signs of targeting them early on.
And the Portuguese defender only showed a little bit of toughness after Ronnie was kicked off the field. If it were Rio, he would have retaliated and made their striker suffer.
And that damn referee, if he had decisively given a red card in the first half to establish his authority, this game would never have turned into a fight.
Ferguson cursed everyone except Ronnie in his heart, but when faced with Cristiano's call, the hot-tempered Scottish coach was unusually calm and gentle.
Kaka saw his lover listening to the phone carefully, and then smiled particularly softly, which made his heart swell violently.
He knew that the person on the other end of the phone was Ferguson, the person Cristiano trusted the most, the person who could make his lover completely defenseless and give everything wholeheartedly, and the person who made his lover be spoiled like a child again.
He was quiet and didn't disturb her. He just held his lover's hand tightly in his palm and leaned over to kiss the fingertips and knuckles.
Cristiano shuddered slightly, his ears reddened and he retracted his fingers, forgetting for a moment what he was going to say.
"Ronnie, go to bed early." Ferguson heard the heavy breathing on the other end of the phone and guessed that the boy's wound was starting to hurt again.
——He knew very well that such a kick would cause the young man to suffer from pain for a long time, and painkillers could only relieve the pain for a short time.
He cursed the Dutchman in his heart again, and then said, "If the wound is really painful, go to the nurse and ask for painkillers. I know you don't like to use them, but you still have to use them when necessary."
If it were someone else, such as Rooney, he would even warn the other party to use those things less to avoid addiction, but Cristiano is different. He knows too well how restrained the other party is.
Cristiano responded, he actually didn't feel much pain anymore, the system's treatment package was effective.
"By the way, how long will you stay here?" Cristiano asked. In his impression, Coach Ferguson had never come to watch his game in his previous life, which made him a little excited.
"Until your game is over." Ferguson's voice had a hint of smile, and he could hear a hint of expectation in the boy's voice.
He actually didn't plan to watch the game live, but then he changed his mind. He noticed Cristiano's nervousness about the World Cup, so he decided to come over to cheer for his child.
What's more, he has to fly back to England with his Ronnie as soon as the World Cup is over. That old man Scolari can forget about touching his child!
Cristiano was pleasantly surprised and took a deep breath: "This is really... I will perform well, Boss!"
"Heal your injury first, don't rush to show off." Ferguson's eyelids twitched, and he warned again before hanging up the phone.
After Cristiano hung up the phone, he immediately opened his arms happily and rushed towards Kaka: "Kaka!"
Kaka quickly stood up and hugged Chris to prevent Cristiano from moving too much and involving the injured muscles at the base of his thigh.
"Cris!" He gently warned his restless lover and held him down with his body, "Be careful."
"Well..." Cristiano looked up at the other person with a smile, "I'm much better."
As he said this, he pulled Kaka's fingers, a little gesture that seemed like he was acting coquettishly, and he did it with Cristiano without any pressure or embarrassment.
Kaka felt as if his heart was gently scratched by a feather.
He looked at Cristiano. His lover raised his eyes with an intimate look, his eyes were round and round, and he always looked particularly innocent, like a puppy who would turn over his belly and act coquettishly at any time. Kaka could not resist such a Cristiano.
He lowered his head and gently stroked Cristiano's cheek with his fingers, then he gently pinched his lover's chin, lowered his head, but kissed him hard and fiercely.
He lowered his eyelashes, and Cristiano's dark pupils showed a look of surprise, but soon, Kaka felt the body under his palm relax, and the waistline, which felt so good in his palm, collapsed and fit in his palm, with a look of complete trust.
Kaka slowly slowed down the intensity of the kiss, as if to make up for it, gently licking and kissing the two soft lips, and heard Chris making comfortable nasal sounds in his ears.
He tightened his grip and held his lover tighter in his arms.
He knew how much Cristiano loved kissing. If they were in their little house together, he would always spend a lot of time kissing Cristiano tirelessly. When Cristiano tensed his muscles and calves, he would kiss his trembling eyes, hook his calves around his waist, lean over to kiss his knees and his knees, which were always slightly pink.
"Show me the wound." Kaka whispered to Cristiano.
Cristiano paused for a moment, then said, "It's all wrapped in gauze, you can't see anything."
Kaka ignored him. He lifted the sheet and saw that Cristiano's leg was wrapped in a large piece of gauze and covered with ointment.
The white gauze was very dazzling and he frowned.
Cristiano took a look and saw that the nurse had wrapped it tightly, not a single bruise or blood was visible. So he opened his legs with more confidence and pointed to the wound at the base of his legs. "See, I told you I couldn't see anything."
Just as he finished speaking, he saw his lover suddenly lower his head, his breath spraying on his wound, and the instantaneous closeness made him so frightened that he almost jumped out of the bed.
But fortunately, Kaka just stuck to it carefully through the gauze, his lips moving up and down, as if he was whispering something.
Cristiano sat quietly on the hospital bed. He pricked up his ears and heard Kaka praying softly.
"Our Father in heaven, may your name be sanctified, may your will be done on earth, may you be pleased with and hear all that we pray to you and entrust to you. We come before you and are willing to wait quietly for the Lord's presence..."①
Cristiano's face turned slightly red. This was too weird, but he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.
He grabbed the sheet and covered the two of them with it, in case a nurse, team doctor, or other staff member suddenly came in and saw this scene and didn't know how to explain it.
But when he covered himself with the sheets and saw a small bulge in the quilt, Cristiano's face suddenly turned red and he quickly lifted the quilt.
It seemed worse and more inexplicable.
never mind.
Cristiano's movements of grabbing the sheets and lifting the quilt did not interrupt Kaka's prayer. He did not get up until he finished everything. He kissed Cristiano's lips again and whispered, "God bless you, Cris, you will get better soon."
Cristiano smiled.
"By the way, how is your teammate?" He remembered, pulled Kaka to sit next to his bed, and then asked.
"It's an old injury. The doctor said I have to rest for at least two weeks. I'm afraid I won't be able to play in the next game," Kaka said.
Cristiano patted Kaka on the shoulder: "So he's also living here for observation now? Isn't it time for you to go over there?"
"..." Kaka looked at Chris speechlessly, he wanted to stay here more, but Cristiano was right, he always had to care about his national team teammates. After all, to the outside world, he followed here for Carlos.
Kaka kissed Cristiano's forehead: "Okay, then I'll go over."
Cristiano smiled, tilted his eyes, nodded, and waved: "Good night Kaka."
"Goodnight, Cristiano."
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The next morning, Cristiano asked Mendes to help him get discharged from the hospital. He followed Mendes with a walking aid. Mendes wanted to support him, but Cristiano waved his hand and refused.
He received text messages from Van der Sar and Van Nistelrooy. After the Netherlands team was eliminated, they planned to leave Germany with the team today and made an appointment to meet before leaving.
Van Nistelrooy stared at Cristiano, who was leaning on a crutch, with his brows furrowed. How hard did Braruz kick?
After the game yesterday, he wanted to stay and find Cristiano, but it was obvious that the team's mood was like a time bomb, so he finally left first.
"Ronnie!" Van der Sar waved and greeted the young man who had just entered the hotel lobby.
Cristiano heard the sound and looked over, and found Van der Sar and Van Nistelrooy. He smiled widely and immediately quickened his pace to move over.
Seeing this, Van Nistelrooy frowned even more. He and Van der Sar hurried over to prevent Cristiano from walking too fast.
"Slow down! You don't need to wait for a little while." Fanny scolded in a low voice.
Cristiano shrank his neck and turned to Van der Sar, as if asking for help, but he saw that Van der Sar also clearly disagreed and frowned: "How long do you have to rely on this thing?"
"Two days will be enough," Cristiano said. In fact, it would not take two days, but the team doctor insisted, so he had to do it.
Hearing this, Van Nistelrooy's eyes moved down to Cristiano's high-rolled trouser legs. The honey-colored crotch was tightly wrapped in white gauze.
He leaned down, propped up his knees and looked closely at Cristiano's leg injury, and asked, "So your leg? What did the doctor say? That guy Braluz said he wanted to apologize to you, but he was blocked by the players on your bench before he could walk over to you yesterday. I'm afraid he will be carried out directly when he arrives at your hotel, so he asked me to convey his message."
"Oh OK, tell him I know." Cristiano responded. He didn't notice at all that Braruluc looked for him yesterday. He was too excited yesterday. His teammates who would have received a red card stayed on the field, but he was busy rushing over to find Figo.
He looked down at Fanny, smiled and moved closer, asking for a hug: "My leg is fine, just a muscle and skin injury."
Ruud nodded when he heard that. He hugged Chris, rubbed the soft curly hair on the back of his head, and smiled slightly: "That's good. Have a good rest and don't be stubborn. This is for your future career."
"I understand." Cristiano nodded, his eyes curved with a grin, and he tapped Van Nistelrooy's chest. "You too, how is it at Real Madrid?"
"That's it. Our results have been a little bad recently, but I think it will get better." Fanny said, "They have always wanted you."
"I'm not planning on going over there so soon," Cristiano said.
Fanny raised his eyebrows: "So, it is indeed your target?"
"Yes." Cristiano did not shy away from the question. He nodded to Van Nistelrooy frankly, "Maybe next year, maybe later."
Van der Sar covered his ears and said helplessly: "Ronnie..."
——Should I tell them such private things in front of them? !
"It's nothing, the boss knows it too." Cristiano smiled and looked at Van Nistelrooy.
"Then come earlier." Van Nistelrooy curled the corners of his mouth and ruffled Cristiano's curly hair. "I kind of miss having you as my teammate."
He did leave because of Cristiano, but now, perhaps because he has seen and experienced more after coming to Spain, he misses his time at Manchester United.
Competition is everywhere, but healthy competition can make a team better and more capable of winning championships, and that is what is important.
Now Real Madrid is eliminated in the round of 16 of the Champions League every year, and they need new blood and changes.
"You'll be on the boss's kill list, I promise." Van der Sar deliberately lowered his tone and said to Ruud, "You actually poached our Ronnie in front of me?"
Fanny shrugged.
Van der Sar felt that his national team teammates were simply being spoiled, just relying on the fact that Ronnie used to love sticking to him the most - he had known this from teammates like Rooney and Ferdinand. And when he curiously went to Van Nistelrooy to verify, his national team teammates always looked very reserved and complacent, which made people jealous.
Cristiano laughed, and he turned to hug Van der Sar again: "Edwin, no one will be on the boss's kill list. I won't leave so soon. I still have goals."
"For instance?" asked Fanny.
"A Champions League?" Cristiano blinked.
Fanny felt like he was hit hard in the heart. Why did he point out their weaknesses?
Van der Sar laughed out loud. Yes, they were at least just a little bit behind this season, while Real Madrid had only reached the round of 16, and even their results in the league and the King's Cup were a bit ugly.
From this perspective, Ronnie will not go to Real Madrid.
Van der Sar put his heart back in his stomach.
…
Cristiano resumed training four days after the game.
Seeing that Cristiano was very active in running and showed no signs of injury, Scolari reluctantly allowed Cris to return to normal training.
In the quarter-finals, Portugal will face England and Brazil will face France.
Cristiano let out a long breath, and then saw a series of messages on the screen in their club's group chat -
[Ferdinand: Ronnie, I won't show mercy @cristiano]
Neville: Ronnie, I won't show mercy @cristiano
[Rooney: Ronnie, I won't show mercy @cristiano]
[Alan: ...Ronnie, I won't show mercy @cristiano]
[Kean: Anyway, whoever kicks and cries should comfort him]
【cristiano:……】
[Pique: By the way, it seems that BOSS is also in the World Cup this time? Are you coming to watch this event? 】
【Ferdinand: ……】
[Neville: …]
[Rooney: ...If I kick Ronnie and make him cry, he will be severely punished by the boss when he returns to the club]
[cristiano: Stop imagining things and be manly! This is the World Cup! I won't cry, but you guys, don't be too embarrassed to lose.]
[Alan: [Shared picture] Who was crying on the bench?]
【cristiano: ...Alan! ! 】
[Cristiano: In short, national team games are national team games, club games are club games, I will not show mercy @Rooney]
Rooney: …
[Rooney: Am I being targeted? 】
Xiyu
[Neville: How did you piss off Ronnie? @Rooney】
Rooney: I know nothing
【cirstiano：You decide for yourself】
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