Chapter 132
After hanging up the call with Kaka, Cristiano immediately called his family.
Dolores couldn't help choking up when she heard Cristiano's voice, and the call was answered by Dinis.
During the World Cup, Dinis comforted his worried wife and chose to give his young son more space and freedom to deal with events independently, but now, the retired veteran is extremely angry.
These English people are committing a crime!
"I'll come over, Cristiano, your mother and I will take care of you. Don't worry, Chris, my child, everything will be fine." Denis said in a deep voice, pursed his lips, and rarely comforted him.
He suppressed the anger in his chest.
God knows how angry he was when he saw the news in the morning. Dolores screamed and called him over from the garden - in order to quit drinking, his psychiatrist suggested that he develop some hobbies. Now they have a beautiful rose garden in their villa in Lisbon, which was almost cultivated by Denis himself.
Then Dolores saw their youngest son's house appear on the TV screen, surrounded by police cars in the middle of the night, and their children. Cristiano was standing in the yard in his home clothes, answering questions from the police, and from time to time he raised his hands to block the paparazzi's sneak shots.
His child is only twenty-one! Twenty-one years old! And those media, reporters, and crazy and extreme fans are like blood-sucking worms. No matter when and where, they always cling tightly to his child and suck his flesh and blood, as if his child is just an emotionless robot that only provides goals.
Those English people didn't care about his child at all. Dinis clenched his fists. Those English people looked down on a young man from a foreign country who had no father or mother, as if Cristiano was a toy that they could play with as they pleased.
Denis swore that he would let these British see the blood of the Portuguese.
Cristiano didn't expect his father to react like this. He was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes quickly turned red.
When he was going through all this in his previous life, he once thought about what his father would do if Dennis was still alive - he would be his hero and take him out of that terrible quagmire - but he quickly stopped himself. These thoughts would only make him indulge in weakness and helplessness and would not help him at all.
In his previous life, Ferguson played a role like his father. He would never forget those who extended a hand and gave him shelter when he was in trouble.
Cristiano raised his arm and wiped his eyes a few times. Now, his father has indeed become his hero as he once imagined, but he no longer needs it. He would rather be a superhero for his family.
He wanted to protect them, away from these whirlpools.
He knows clearly how difficult it is to be a family member of Cristiano Ronaldo. Their every move and behavior will be infinitely magnified and criticized, and they will lose the power and freedom that ordinary people should have.
It's even harder to be Cristiano Ronaldo because if he makes even a small mistake, everyone wants to kill him.
Cristiano took a deep breath, wiping his tears, and noticed movement at his door.
He looked up and saw Ferdinand standing at the door, looking at him hesitantly.
Ferdinand wanted to call Cristiano downstairs for lunch, but he didn't expect to see the boy wiping tears with red eyes.
In his heart, he cursed the fans who smashed Ronnie's house in the early morning from beginning to end. He knew how could the boy really be as indifferent as he seemed when he saw him in the early morning?
Damn it.
Ferdinand did not enter the room, knowing that he had to give the proud young man some space, so he gestured to indicate that he and lunch would be waiting for Cristiano downstairs.
Cristiano nodded, wiped his eyes sheepishly, and responded.
He found his voice and said to Dinis on the phone: "... No, don't come over. I can handle this in England. Jorge will help me and provide me with bodyguards. I am living in my teammates' homes now. They all take good care of me. Don't worry about me."
"How can this be the same? Chris! Listen, can you let your mother come to accompany you? When you were a kid, you would cry and ask me to come to accompany you when you went to Lisbon, Chris..." Dolores took the phone from Denis.
She choked and sobbed. She felt sorry for her children, and even more sorry for her little Chris, who seemed to have grown up overnight after moving from Lisbon to Manchester. Her children grew up too fast, and she didn't know what Cristiano had been through in a place where she couldn't take care of him.
When Cristiano heard Dolores' voice, his eyebrows drooped softly, and he slowed down his voice: "Mom, I need you, but if you come to England now, it will only make me more worried about your situation. The fans may be angry, they may harass you, and I can't watch you fall into such danger because of me."
"When the situation gets better, I'll bring you over to stay for a while, okay?" Cristiano curled his lips and coaxed Dolores softly, "Mom, I miss you guys so much. I also miss your seafood soup. When I have a rest in a few days, you can teach me how to make it over the phone. I'll show my roommate how good it is."
Dolores agreed.
She wiped her tears and looked at her husband. Their little son had firm ideas, even more and more comprehensive ones. They had to admit that what Cristiano was worried about was not impossible.
Dennis sighed softly and said nothing more.
He once hoped that his sons would be able to stand on their own feet and no longer need a father, but now he doesn't want Cristiano to grow up so fast.
After Cristiano comforted his family, he quickly responded to the messages in various groups and private chat boxes.
Fortunately, his hand speed is fast enough.
Cristiano went downstairs. The puppy with the same name as him was curled up lazily on the carpet downstairs. When he saw him coming downstairs, he immediately got up, ran to Ferdinand's feet, and pulled at his old father's trouser legs, wanting to be picked up.
At least she didn't bark at him today.
Cristiano raised his eyebrows and said to Ferdinand: "When I was in Funchal, I was very popular with puppies."
"Ronnie is just a little shy and timid." Ferdinand smiled and picked up his puppy, "Sit down and eat something."
Cristiano nodded. In his heart, he thanked his friend for not asking him about what happened upstairs just now. He scooped a big mouthful of vegetable salad, which was sweet, refreshing and crispy.
Ferdinand rubbed the puppy's belly with one hand and played with his phone with the other.
[Protect our Ronnie]
[Ferdinand: He is eating now]
[Kean: That’s good. Ronnie1 always stops crying after he finishes crying. Just let him vent his emotions.]
【Gary: I agree. To be honest, I felt something was wrong when I saw him so calm and composed in the early morning. Now that I heard Leo say that he had cried, I feel relieved.]
Alan: ...
[Alan: Does he really not need anyone to accompany him? I can bring my game console and play some games.]
[Ferdinand: Am I not a human being? 】
[Giggs: Alan has a game console? I thought your money was all on the bike.
【Alan: That’s a mountain bike, thank you. The game console belongs to @Rooney】
[Rooney: Although Alan didn’t ask me in advance, I would lend it to Ronnie voluntarily :)]
[Alan: @Ferdinand, sorry, but I don’t think he would necessarily like watching soap operas]
【Kean: Poof】
[Giggs: cough]
[Neville: Haha]
[Ferdinand: ...I also have a ping-pong table! Ronnie will like all kinds of ball games. I will take him to play small ball later.]
Ferdinand pressed the keys hard, sent the message, and then flipped the phone upside down on the table.
Cristiano was startled by the "bang" noise. He couldn't help but look at Ferdinand's phone: "I'm really worried that your phone screen might be broken... Who did you quarrel with? Your girlfriend? It's not because of me, right?"
"What? Girlfriend? Tsk." Ferdinand snorted. He didn't have that in mind. He gently poked Cristiano's forehead, not understanding why the boy always thought about love. "Of course not. Can you put something else in your little head?"
Cristiano grinned and turned his head away: "Who are you angry with?"
"No, I just suddenly remembered that I have a folded ping-pong table. Can we move it out and play for a while later?" Ferdinand changed the subject.
Cristiano was really being led away quickly. His eyes lit up and he immediately responded, "That's great! I won't lose this time!"
"This time? Have you played this kind of small ball in Lisbon before?" Ferdinand asked curiously.
"Yeah." Cristiano responded vaguely.
He couldn't say that it was in his previous life that after he was badly beaten by Ferdinand, he learned his lesson and immediately moved a ping-pong table into his home and hired a special coach to teach him how to play. After a week of hard training, he invited Ferdinand to his home to play ping-pong again and won back gloriously.
He has always been competitive.
Cristiano grinned, finished his lunch quickly, and urged Ferdinand to move the folding table.
Ferdinand grinned.
See, he said Ronnie would love all ball games, he knows Ronnie.
But soon Ferdinand couldn't laugh anymore. Damn it, why did the boy's ball fly and float? ? This is just like his free kicks! The ball was either hit too high or went into the net with a rapid downward spin, and Ferdinand was sweating on his forehead.
Cristiano grinned triumphantly and laughed happily. Look, who was the one who was beaten to tears by the ping-pong ball this time?
Anyway, it’s not him anymore (￣︶￣)↗
After the two finished playing, Cristiano was in a good mood and took a selfie with Ferdinand, which he sent to the club team's group chat.
[Once red, Always red]
【cristiano: [share photo][laugh][laugh]】
[Kean: Great shot, Ronnie [Great]]
Giggs: Looks like Ronnie won? 】
[Ferdinand: Is it that obvious? 】
[Giggs: If he loses, his expression will not be like this. The corners of his mouth will definitely droop, and he might even cry]
【cristiano:? 】
Cristiano began to suspect that Giggs knew something.
Ferdinand laughed.
Table tennis was a warm-up game, and seeing that the time was almost up, Ferdinand and Cristiano drove to the training base together.
The incident of Cristiano's house being smashed was reported in almost all news newspapers and platforms even though it only took one day. No one didn't know about it.
And precisely because this incident was so outrageous, and because the Rooney incident had just happened not long ago and was happening again, the entire English Football Association took it very seriously.
Fans from all over the world have expressed their support for Cristiano. In the live video secretly shot by the paparazzi, Cristiano looked innocent and pitiful as he covered his face to avoid the camera. Wearing soft home clothes, he looked completely different from his usual sharp appearance on the court. This contrast has instead aroused the sympathy and protection of a large number of fans.
When the second round of the league started, Cristiano thought he would still see those terrible banners at the stadium, but he didn't expect there would be something more unexpected and more beautiful -
He saw some young people holding posters of his goals, and young children holding white papers with childish English words drawn on them with colorful brushes.
"Love is greater than hate."
"Cristiano, we love you."
"We have a Ronaldo!"
These people rushed to the sides of the player's tunnel to hold these up for him to see.
When Cristiano met those kind and joyful eyes, he couldn't help but slow down his pace and smile a little bit.
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