Chapter 141
At the beginning of the second half, Kaka organized his teammates in the midfield to launch a new attack.
The ball was passed to the 18-year-old Marcelo on the wing.
After receiving the captain's eye signal, Marcelo immediately dribbled the ball from the wing to Adriano's feet, and the Brazilian striker launched a fierce attack on the opponent's goal.
"Adriano is called offside!" The ball was shot into the net from a long distance, but the linesman blew the whistle a second earlier.
Kaka trotted over and patted Adriano on the shoulder, and gave Marcelo a thumbs up and applauded.
Cristiano reminded his own defense not to miss Marcelo.
He cast his eyes on his old friend with a short haircut. The young friend, who had just reached adulthood not long ago, was full of energy. Even as a full-back, Marcelo was more offensive than defensive, and he could always seize the opportunity in a very short time and turn defense into offense.
Cristiano asked Pepe to pay attention to the other party, as the two would soon become club teammates.
Carvalho kicked the ball out, the ball flew over the midfield, and Deco made another long pass directly to Cristiano on the wing.
Cristiano stopped the ball and the Brazilian center back came up to him.
Cristiano glanced at his opponent, then moved his bicycle left and right in front of him in a fancy way, with his footwork being skillful and beautiful.
However, for the opposing defensive players, no one was in the mood to appreciate such footwork. They just felt it was like a joke, which was very annoying.
Cristiano was fooling around, then suddenly sideways, dodged the defender in front of him, and jogged forward two steps with the ball.
He had just passed the ball to Quaresma and the ball was no longer under his feet when he saw a solid body suddenly bumping into him.
Cristiano tripped and fell forward, while the opponent spread his hands as if innocent.
Cristiano knelt on the ground, supporting his knees and catching his breath. He looked up and saw Marcelo arguing with the referee.
Cristiano laughed out of anger, Marcelo deserved a fight with him!
Deco ran over and pulled up the captain. He asked in a low voice, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "Are you okay?"
"It's okay." Cristiano shook his head.
"Why did you mess with them in a friendly match?" Deco lowered his voice and looked at the young player, then saw Pepe and Carvalho also pressing towards the referee.
Marcelo was arguing with the referee, while Pepe grabbed the scruff of the neck of the dwarf in front of him with a sullen face.
"How could I provoke..." Cristiano followed Deco's gaze and stopped talking. Seeing this, he quickly got up and separated the two people.
He pulled Pepe away and scratched his head as he looked at Marcelo.
Kaka trotted over and when he passed Cristiano, he heard Cristiano whisper to him: "Marcelo, that guy, it was a waste that I grilled meat for him last night."
Kaka paused when he heard this, and then he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
At the barbecue party last night, both sides had a lively meal, but the lively meal at the table did not prevent them from having a lively game on the court...
Kaka glanced at Pepe and saw the sword-carrying guard with a dark face. When their eyes met, the other gave him an indiscriminate glare.
Kaka: “…”
Marcelo let out a sigh of frustration. Apparently the referee gave a firm yellow card penalty for the deliberate collision - perhaps because there was a side-to-side collision in the first half and only a verbal warning was given, the referee tightened the punishment when the same situation happened again for the second time.
——With the precedent of the card battle between the Netherlands and Portugal in the last World Cup, referees must make cautious decisions even in friendly matches.
I have to say, Cristiano really invites fouls. The referee thought to himself, he looked at the newly appointed captain who was trying to calm the players, shook his head silently, blew a whistle, and signaled the game to continue.
Brazil picked up the tempo.
But the goddess of victory in today's friendly match was obviously biased, and the quality of Brazil's several shots was surprisingly abstract.
In the last ten minutes of Portugal's game, Cristiano organized an attack in the midfield and assisted Quaresma to score another goal, making the score 2-0.
The whistle sounded, signaling the end of the game. Cristiano slowed down, propped himself up on his knees, breathing slightly, and looked for Kaka.
Quaresma ran over, jumped on Cristiano's back, and kissed Cristiano's neck excitedly.
Kaka walked over and saw this scene. He pursed his lips, but did not stop. Instead, he strode towards Cristiano even faster.
"We won! Chris!" Quaresma shouted excitedly in Cristiano's ear.
Cristiano's view was blocked by his big friend. He laughed and supported the other's weight with both hands, and his hair was messed up by Quaresma.
Deco, Cava, Pepe, Nuno... a group of Portuguese players all gathered happily and surrounded their newly appointed captain to celebrate the victory of the first game.
"Cristiano." Kaka raised his voice slightly, and the young man's gentle voice powerfully penetrated among the Portuguese.
He pulled his lover, who was in a mess, out of the crowd and saw that the boy's face was flushed with excitement or heat, his whole head was wet, but his eyes were bright and beautiful.
"Kaka!" Cristiano came out from the crowd. He took a breath and then saw Kaka extending his hand to him and greeting him with a smile.
He then realized that this was a friendly match, and the captains of both teams had to at least put "friendship first, competition second" in mind.
Cristiano chuckled and immediately held his lover's dry and warm palm.
He looked at Kaka, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and suddenly pulled himself hard with malicious intent.
With the hormones and adrenaline surging from the game, Cristiano hugged his lover generously and rested his chin on her shoulder. He rubbed her lightly and his lips brushed against her earlobe without leaving any trace.
He smiled softly with his eyes curved, and patted Kaka on the back: "Kaka, this was a very exciting game."
Kaka's ears quickly turned red, and his attention was almost entirely focused on his lover's cunning little movements. He took a deep breath and didn't even pay attention to what the other person said.
Cristiano knew very well the measure and scale in front of the media camera. He let go of his hand just in time, and then naturally turned to Marcelo who was standing next to the young Brazilian captain.
He walked over and pinched Marcelo's ear: "Hey, Marcelo."
When Marcelo saw Cristiano coming over, his eyes drifted away a little uncomfortably, and then he was pinched on the ear by the person he had just met for the second time.
Marcelo almost jumped up on the spot. Fortunately, he was a calm 18-year-old adult. He resisted the urge to jump, looked at Cristiano, and pursed his lips slightly: "Uh... Then I call you Cristiano?"
"You called me that at the dinner table yesterday." Cristiano raised his eyebrows.
He hadn't seen such a young Marcelo for a long time. He looked at him, whose face was still filled with the depression and confusion of having just lost a game - the goal scored in the last ten minutes was scored by Cristiano who passed the ball to Quaresma in front of him.
Cristiano curled his lips when he saw this. He put his hands on Marcelo's shoulders and looked at him seriously: "You played very well, Marcelo. Sooner or later, you will become one of the greatest full-backs in the world. I am looking forward to our competition in the Champions League later."
——Manchester United will face Real Madrid in the next Champions League round of 16. Marcelo has been bought back by Real Madrid for 6 million euros.
"...Okay, Cristiano." Marcelo cleared his throat. He felt particularly embarrassed by the focused gaze of the Portuguese captain and his eyes couldn't help but shift.
He would never believe the other party's lies, they were just sugar-coated bullets! Besides, he may not be able to start in such an important game.
Marcelo pouted in his heart, but when he met Cristiano's eyes, he surrendered again -
Well, Cristiano Ronaldo has a pair of foul eyes. When those beautiful brown-green eyes focus on a person, they always make the person being stared at have the illusion that he or she is particularly cherished and valued.
"...during the previous game, anyway, I'm sorry." Marcelo turned his head away stiffly.
He couldn't meet Cristiano's eyes, because that would make people want to make friends with him! He wasn't going to be friends with a guy who had just told him to lose the game, at least not today.
Cristiano laughed when he heard this and shrugged: "Okay, I accept it."
"Marcelo, we are friends, right? We had barbecue together yesterday? We exchanged jerseys and have contact information?" Cristiano continued.
In the future, he will have to use this game jersey to make his friends laugh. If they get pushed into a corner, they will bump into him. Tsk tsk.
Marcelo paused when he heard Cristiano's words, and he looked at Cristiano stiffly.
ah?
"...Okay." He met Cristiano's sincere eyes and stepped back again.
No one can say no to Cristiano, no one! It is recommended that this sentence be pasted on everyone’s forehead as a warning not to try to struggle in vain.
Marcelo took off his jersey and exchanged it with Cristiano: "I'll let Kaka give you the contact information."
Cristiano nodded with a smile.
The players returned to their respective locker rooms, and Kaka's eyes fell on the jersey in Marcelo's hand.
This was Cristiano's first game as Portugal captain, and the first game he played against him, and this jersey actually fell into Marcelo's hands.
The young Brazilian captain pursed his lips uncomfortably. Before he could say anything, he saw Marcelo glance at him quickly and warily, then quickly stuffed the jersey into his luggage bag.
Kaka: “…”
Don't treat him as if he were a robber.
When Cristiano returned to his dressing room, he heard Deco and Carvalho talking to each other.
"Did you notice? When Kaka came to call Cristiano, he directly pushed me out!" Nuno.
Carvalho: "Not just you, but me too. And the Brazilian Saint, I think he's pretty rough."
Deco: "Rude? No, that won't do. Points will be deducted."
Pepe: "Are you talking about the new captain of Brazil? He is really strong. I couldn't push him away on the field. He is like a double-door refrigerator."
Deco: "Not to mention your team leader... he is definitely no match for you."
Cristiano's whole face became even redder, as if it had been steamed.
"What are you talking about?" He gritted his teeth and squeezed in, glaring at everyone fiercely, but looking non-threatening.
"We were talking about Kaka, he's so strong," Pepe said.
Pepe said sincerely, patting Cristiano on the shoulder as if to comfort him: "I have played against him, so I know it is not an exaggeration that you flew out and sat on the ground after being blocked by him in the first half. I understand that it has not been easy for you."
Cristiano: ? ? ?
Deco and Carvalho laughed so hard that they hugged each other and almost kissed.
Quaresma came over naked with a towel draped over him and said, "Cristiano is tall and thin, with small feet, so it's normal for him to have an unstable center of gravity, but does Kaka have any complaints about me?"
"Ah?" Cristiano looked at his friend, "Impossible, Kaka is friendly to everyone, why do you say that?"
"I think he looked at me in an unfriendly way." Quaresma wiped his hair puzzledly.
"No, it must be your illusion. Maybe it's because he didn't smile much because we lost the game. He might give people a sense of distance when he doesn't smile, but he is a very good person." Cristiano said quickly.
Deco and Carvalho rolled their eyes.
Quaresma shrugged and did not refute. He knew Kaka was Cristiano's friend and he didn't want to embarrass his good friend.
——Although he was very sure that the guy named Ricardo had a warning in his black eyes when he looked at him, when he looked straight at him, that look disappeared.
Just as Cristiano said, the other party was like a good old man and shook hands with him warmly and harmlessly.
Quaresma curled his lips imperceptibly, looked at Pepe, and made a gesture quietly, silently indicating: That Kaka is definitely not what Cristiano said.
Pepe nodded slightly. Of course he believed in Cristiano, but when it came to relationships and friendships, Cristiano was always too quick to treat everyone as a good person and give his heart to them. He had to watch out. Quaresma was more perceptive.
When they were at Sporting Lisbon, the three of them got together because they saw people who Cristiano considered friends secretly mocking Cristiano's funny and ugly island accent. He and Quaresma happened to see it and couldn't stand it so they had a fight. Then the pretty curly-haired boy, who was crying pitifully, joined them.
Although the man later apologized to Cristiano, it is worth praising that Curly, who seems to be soft-hearted and will smile at anyone, actually stays away from such people.
"Do you always make friends with just anyone?" Pepe frowned and asked the curly-haired boy who then started juggling the ball with a smile on his face again.
Three Lisbon teenagers hid under the training awning, and Cristiano was busy juggling the ball with his head.
"No wonder you met that kind of scum," Quaresma added with a cool snort.
Cristiano replied: "Of course not. How many people would be willing to fight for a teammate they don't know very well?"
Pepe and Quaresma looked at each other.
"So, this is the answer." Cristiano smiled, and put his hands on the shoulders of his two new friends, and hugged them to his left and right. The three heads bumped together. "To be honest, I'm a little hungry now. How about you?"
The topic jumped so quickly that the other two teenagers had no time to react, but then they appeared on the street, each with a broom in their hands. They had to rely on odd jobs to earn some pocket money to fill their stomachs.
Sweeping the streets together, begging for food from the waiters at the hamburger shop together, playing football together, fighting together... These were the days when the three of them spent in Lisbon, and in the blink of an eye, they put on the same red and green national team jerseys and got together again.
Time is always wonderful, and Cristiano is the darling of time.
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