Chapter 113
After the England national team's "press conference" ended, Eriksson strode out of the interview area with a sullen face.
Rooney and his team fell behind the team slowly. Rooney lowered his voice and said to Ferdinand and his team, "I dare say that tomorrow we will be the ones to be kicked out of Manchester United."
"Not really." Neville waved his hand. "Do you think anyone can make the trend list? It's a skill to be scolded and made it."
Rooney choked when he heard this.
The four of them slowly followed the end of the line to where the bus was parked, and just in time they met the Portuguese bus that was turning back.
Figo drove the bus back to pick up their heroic goalkeeper Ricardo, and then handed the driving rights back to the original driver, which made everyone on the bus breathe a sigh of relief.
Cristiano rolled down the window and waved to their goalkeeper: "Ricardo! Over here! Get in!"
Ferdinand and the others looked over when they heard Cristiano's voice. Rooney was very surprised: "Ronnie? You haven't left yet?"
Cristiano then noticed that Rooney and others were also in the parking lot. He paused. This was really... a bit unexpected. He ran into his club teammates before he was prepared.
"We're here to pick up Ricardo," he replied.
Ricardo got on the bus and sat next to Cristiano. Hearing what Chris said, he rolled his eyes and pretended to put his arm around the boy's neck: "You heartless brat, who would get you a car movie without me?"
Cristiano couldn't help but shrink his neck because of being ticklish, and curled up to dodge with laughter: "So we remembered to pick you up."
Neville and Ferdinand quickly realized that Ronnie probably wanted to watch a movie. His teammates then realized that there was one less teammate in the car who was specifically responsible for helping Ronnie play movies. When Ronnie was in the club, he would always ask them to pick movies to watch on the way to and from the club, and almost everyone had acted as the boy's projectionist.
"Have you finished the interview?" Cristiano asked, leaning out of the window. He glanced at a few people, then quickly looked away, pursing his lips slightly.
"No, it's been almost an hour, I'm tired of hearing those reporters talking, repeating the same thing over and over again, they want to give me a red card again." Rooney immediately said, "By the way, Ronnie, how about you? Did they ask you anything during the post-interview?"
"Probably the same as what I asked you." Cristiano said.
Neville laughed and shook his finger at Cristiano. "That's very different. I dare say what we encountered was relatively mild. But anyway, Ronnie, go play your game, don't worry about it, and don't look at the news on the Internet. Those things can't affect any facts."
Cristiano looked at Neville in surprise. He still remembered that Neville pushed him away on the court and growled at him. He was a little surprised to hear these words from the other party.
Neville raised his eyebrows slightly and said with a smile: "Are you stupid? Can't speak? Come on, this is just a game. Who said that national team games are national team games and club games are club games, and they are clearly divided?"
Cristiano pouted: "That's not what you said when you pushed me on the court."
Neville: “?”
"What did I say?" Neville puzzledly pulled Ferdinand and began to recall what he said. Why was he being held against him?
Ferdinand ignored Neville. He walked to the car window and waved to Cristiano: "Ronnie!"
Cristiano responded, and he leaned out a little more: "Leo?"
Ferdinand, relying on his nearly 1.9-meter height advantage, stood on tiptoe and raised his hand to give Cristiano a shallow hug: "See you in England."
Cristiano blinked, smiled, and put his arm around Ferdinand's back, giving him a tight hug: "Okay, Rio, see you in England."
Alan silently glanced at the defender who was as tall as a wall. He clicked his tongue and thought that height was indeed important sometimes.
He stood on tiptoe and stretched out his arms, barely reaching Chris's head, patted it and said, "We'll wait for you in Manchester."
Cristiano raised his eyebrows, looked at Alan and nodded slightly.
Neville finally remembered what he said on the court. He couldn't help but mutter, "I just asked you to stay away from the battlefield! It's for your own good! If Lampard and his guys rush over, Rio and I won't be able to stop them! Heartless little bastards..."
Cristiano looked at Neville when he heard this. He paused slightly, then laughed. So this is what he meant?
He waved at Neville: "Okay, come here, Gary!"
Neville walked over and saw Cristiano gesture, then finally put his hand on the top of his head and rubbed it twice.
Neville: “…”
"Get lost, Ronnie!"
"I really can't reach you." Cristiano curled his lips.
Rooney stood by and laughed mercilessly.
Neville glanced over coldly: "What are you laughing at? Even if you go over, Ronnie can't reach your head with his arms outstretched."
Rooney: “…Hey!”
The Manchester United squad had a friendly meeting here and soon separated. The England national team's bus honked its horn and urged them impatiently.
Cristiano's eyelids twitched when he heard that, and he patted Ferdinand on the shoulder: "Go over quickly, this is worse than when I wanted to find Alan."
Alan suddenly heard his name being mentioned and couldn't help but look over.
But they did have to hurry back to the bus, so they said hello to Cristiano and jogged onto the bus.
"What time is Cristiano talking about?" Alan sat next to Ferdinand on the bus and asked in a curious manner.
"Oh, it was your first game when you were still at Leeds United," Ferdinand replied, wanting to laugh a little when he thought about it. "That guy wanted to come over to say hello to you before the game started, but was stopped by Keane. Then after the game, he wanted to go over to look for you again, but was stopped by Keane again."
"Do you remember that game? He scored two goals, the last one was a lore goal in injury time. We all told him at the time that this was the worst time to meet and make friends, and he should wait a little longer," Ferdinand said. He shrugged his shoulders. "After all, Manchester United and Leeds United, everyone knows."
Alan responded, raised his eyebrows slightly, and curved his lips: "Oh, that scene, I remember it."
"Who knew we would become teammates again? It's amazing." Ferdinand sighed and adjusted his seat. "I hope everything goes well when I return to England. That guy always seems to get into trouble. What bad luck... Oh, you are not much better."
Alan: “…”
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On the Portuguese side, the bus finally carried all the passengers and drove smoothly onto the road.
Ricardo took his responsibility and selected the in-car movie to play: "Okay Cristiano, watch your little movie."
Cristiano smiled with his eyes curved. As he put on his headphones, he asked Ricardo: "What would you do if we didn't find you there?"
"Take a taxi."
"Do you have money?" Deco came over and asked. He didn't bring his wallet because he was afraid of leaving it in the locker room of the stadium.
"No. But I will ask Cristiano to come down and pay." Ricardo smiled with gritted teeth, pinched Chris's face and pulled it away, "Who chooses the movies for you every time? You can't even leave me out?"
Cristiano said vaguely: "Ask Deco, it was Deco who said that everyone is here."
Deco: “…”
He blew on the boy's head and said, "Go watch your little movie, Cristiano!"
Cristiano put on his headphones, and the classic theme song of Mission: Impossible came from the headphones. This was the second part, and the third part was just released last month.
He also plans to go watch it with Kaka, hoping that the movie will not be taken off the screen so soon after the World Cup ends.
After the game, Schalke was packed with people and the network signal was very poor. Cristiano was unable to search for the result of the Brazil vs. France match. It was not until he arrived at the hotel that he learned that Brazil had won.
Cristiano gasped in surprise and immediately grabbed Scolari who told him the result: "Brazil won?!"
"Yes, Cristiano. It was also a penalty kick. Brazil won." Scolari was almost shaken by Cristiano. He had to grab the boy's hand to stop him from shaking him. "So the next game we have to play against Brazil. This is the news I want to tell you."
Cristiano never expected that the wish that he had not been able to achieve in his previous life is now within reach!
He grinned unconsciously and walked back to his room with a silly smile on his face.
Figo and other teammates looked at each other and shook their heads helplessly when they saw this.
"What's wrong with this kid? Is he so happy to play against Brazil?" Scolari looked at Figo in confusion. "By the way, why did you come back so late? Didn't the interview end soon? I thought you should have arrived at the hotel long ago?"
Scolari, who did not return with the players due to other matters, asked again: "Cristiano was tripped by reporters?"
"No, that's not the reason." Figo showed a rare hint of embarrassment. He patted Ricardo's chest apologetically. "We drove out for a short while and found that Ricardo hadn't gotten in the car yet, so we went back to pick him up."
Scolari: “…”
"Thank goodness Cristiano wanted to watch the in-car movie, otherwise they probably wouldn't realize there was one person missing in the car until they got to the hotel?" Ricardo smiled.
Figo touched his nose, and Deco and his friends quickly left the scene arm in arm.
Scolari raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but look at his reliable golden captain. How could such a thing happen?
If Deco and his team were still at the scene, they would definitely appeal - their reliable golden captain not only left behind their great goalkeeper father, but also drove the bus at a crazy speed. Scolari should be glad that he was not in the car.
Cristiano returned to the hotel room, holding his cell phone, waiting for his lover to call him.
Brazil's game will start a little later than theirs, so I guess it should be almost over by now, right?
Cristiano was thinking while checking the news online on his mobile phone.
There is no doubt that his social media platform was flooded with comments. However, Cristiano did not pay much attention to the news that came in, nor did he click on the tag that was ranked first on the world trend list. Instead, he scrolled down to #Brazil Top Four# and unexpectedly entered the top five.
Second is #Portugal semi-finals#, third is #CR7 Manchester United#, fourth is #England eliminated#…
Brazil's starting lineup this time was slightly different from the previous few games. Full-back Carlos had to miss this game due to a recurrence of an old injury, and was replaced by the young Anders.
In the first half, Zidane scored an offside goal for Brazil, but in the second half, both sides held their respective defenses firmly until the penalty shootout declared Brazil's victory 5-3.
"Kaka!" Cristiano finally received Kaka's call. He exclaimed softly, and couldn't help but shouted excitedly, "You're in the semi-finals!"
"Yes, Cristiano!" Carkalo's panting voice came from the other end of the phone, his lover's voice was bright, with obvious smile and excitement.
In the previous life, Brazil fell in the quarter-finals. He and Ronaldinho were completely fooled by Zidane. He was even replaced by the head coach in the middle of the game because of his poor condition. Later, Carlos's defensive corner was careless, allowing France to score a goal. But this time, they defended the score and the goal tightly, winning them a hard-earned ticket to the semi-finals.
"What about you? How was your game? I heard you won, I have no doubt about it, but how about you?" Kaka asked immediately.
In the interview after their game, the reporter asked him:
"Portugal also eliminated England and successfully advanced to the semi-finals. In the next semi-final, Kaka, you will most likely face off against Cristiano Ronaldo. This should be the second time you have been opponents in such an important tournament after a long time?" The reporter put the microphone in front of Kaka expectantly, "Do you have anything to say? Are you looking forward to this head-on competition?"
"Of course, we haven't met on the court for a long time. I am looking forward to this opportunity." He replied, subconsciously showing a bright smile that almost lit up the backcourt. The Brazilian grinned with eight perfect teeth. "Cristiano is the most threatening player. The competition with him will definitely be exciting. I am looking forward to it."
Reporter: "Does winning or losing affect your relationship with each other?"
"Of course not. We all enjoy football and the game. No matter we win or lose, no matter who scores the goal, we will give each other a hug." Kaka opened his eyes slightly and said solemnly, "We will all give our best to play a full-strength game. This is our greatest respect and love for each other."
His Brazilian captain almost choked and coughed.
Love for each other? Cafu clenched his fists as their Brazilian golden boy was just one step away from coming out publicly.
Cristiano listened to Kaka's worried question on the other end of the phone, curled his lips and replied: "We won, that's enough."
To be honest, his mood was completely different from when the game just ended. As he said, he only cared about the people who played football with him, and this time, he received a lot of unexpected support and warmth, which was enough.
The fans who love him will remain the same as always, but he doesn't expect those who hate him to let go of their hatred.
Kaka knew that the red card incident in the previous life had happened again when he heard it. He frowned slightly and said, "Let me see you."
"Hmm." Cristiano snorted and laughed, "Just to look?"
"Cris." Kaka called out helplessly, with a hint of indulgence in the warning.
The two soon met in the system's space world.
The small world expanded by the system has undergone new changes, which is closely related to the performance data they have achieved in the football world. It has been filled with more and more colors and open new areas.
As soon as Cristiano came in, he noticed that there was a new control panel in the therapy room. It displayed the [Life Seed Monitoring Panel] and in the center was a progress bar that had reached 85%.
He almost put his whole face on it, so happy, was this what he thought?
"Cris?" As soon as Kaka entered the space, he saw his boy with his butt sticking out and leaning against a wall. He couldn't help but walk over and hugged Cristiano from behind with a smile, "What are you looking at?"
"This!" Cristiano's eyes lit up. "I have a feeling that maybe after this World Cup is over, its progress bar will be full!"
Kaka looked over there, and he couldn't help but put his hand against the wall as well, muttering in surprise and anticipation: "I wonder what kind of surprise it will give us..."
"No matter what, I will love them with my life." Cristiano said. He leaned in and kissed the progress bar above. Then he saw that the entire progress bar suddenly turned light pink, and then quickly returned to its original state.
Progress bar: 86%
Cristiano blinked in surprise and tried to kiss her again, but there was no change. He then pulled Kaka closer, but there was still no change, as if the moment just now was just his imagination. Fortunately, the progress bar was there to testify.
"It's amazing..." Cristiano murmured.
Kaka held Cristiano's fingers, crossed them and held them tightly together. He whispered in Chris's ear: "Because it's you, you always make everything incredible - I mean, in a good way."
Cristiano laughed ticklishly, he tilted his head slightly and took the initiative to ask for a quick kiss. Kaka clasped his hands together with his fingers, then crossed them and wrapped them around his waist. Kaka's arms held his waist tightly, so tightly that there was almost no gap.
He couldn't help but relax his body and muscles, leaning completely on the human-shaped pillow behind him.
"A lot of things are different this time," Cristiano said to his lover, "Leo, Alan, Gary... and Wazza, they surprised me... but they are all good, all these differences are good, but they are too good to be true. I always feel like this is a dream."
"Look, in the dream, there is no illness, no injury, there is you, and there is the Delaunay Cup that we missed that year..." Cristiano chuckled and jokingly counted on his fingers.
Kaka's eyes became slightly moist. He lowered his head to find Cristiano's lips and shut up his lover with a kiss.
"This is real, Cristiano, can you feel it?" He bit Cristiano's lower lip, leaving a shallow blood mark, and he heard Chris gasp and groan.
He stretched out his thumb to gently wipe away the blood that had seeped from it, and then kissed her again very gently.
"This is real." Kaka repeated softly.
"You deserve it. Ferdinand, Smith, Neville... You let them see the real you, the powerful you. They love you and need you. Just like me, being attracted to you is easy." Kaka said, his chin resting on the top of Cristiano's head, his eyes slightly deep, and he called his lover's name like a sigh, "Cristiano..."
He couldn't help but tighten his embrace, closed his eyes in gratitude and piety, lowered his head to kiss the center of Chris's hair, and buried his nose in his lover's soft and fluffy curls.
But you are mine. He thought to himself.
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