Chapter 142
Cristiano changed his clothes and then went to the back mining area.
As captains of the two teams in the friendly match, Cristiano and Kaka were invited by reporters to be interviewed together.
Cristiano jumped briskly and playfully from behind the sponsor's big curtain to Kaka's side, but unfortunately Kaka had already heard the movement behind him and was not scared at all.
Kaka turned his head to look at Cristiano who was approaching with a smile. He raised the corner of his mouth, stood aside, and motioned the boy to stand closer.
He could smell the men's perfume that Cristiano had sprayed on him. Cristiano liked to use sweet, aggressive scents, as if standing next to him, he would have his scent on him.
Kaka likes this.
But on the other hand, when he smelled this faint scent on Cristiano's other teammates, he didn't like it so much.
Cristiano came over, grinning happily, licking his fangs with the tip of his tongue, curling his eyes, tilting his head and whispering to Kaka: "It feels a bit... strange that the two of us are standing together for an interview?"
He looked at Kaka and originally wanted to use the word "miss", but the byte circled around on his tongue and he changed it in time.
When they were at Real Madrid, there was a period of time when they were always together, being interviewed together after the game and warming up together before the game.
But later on, there were too few such moments, Kaka's injuries, tactical incompatibility...
Real Madrid is never short of bright stars. The pool of players in the midfield is so deep that they can easily grab a handful and form a second team that is not inferior to the main team.
The competition here is fierce, and when Kaka is absent for a while, it takes more effort and time to return to the starting lineup - Kaka has to compete for a position with teammates who are equally talented, and everyone knows how difficult this is.
Repeated injuries and absences could not make up for the performance gap of new teammates who played more frequently and integrated better with the team. Cristiano could only watch the once bright and dazzling Milan superstar sitting on the bench, becoming increasingly bleak due to injuries and competition.
Cristiano once tried to prove to everyone that Kaka was still the best and still suitable for the tactical system of the Galacticos. In every game that Kaka played, he spared no effort to let the opponent score goals and break those deeply rooted stupid ideas - he once said that Kaka's cooperation with him was always unparalleled, and he wanted to prove it.
When Cristiano hugged Kaka and excitedly jumped onto his waist after scoring the goal, he realized at that moment that he was as happy to see Kaka score a goal as if he had scored himself. In fact, the happiness was double. He was happy for Kaka and also happy for Kaka's happiness.
But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stop Kaka from leaving Real Madrid.
When he learned the news, even though they won a game, he still couldn't smile in the post-match interview.
——"You don't look that happy, but you won the game, Cristiano."
Even the reporters could see it, Cristiano knew he couldn't hide much expression on his face.
——"Because of something. It has nothing to do with the game."
He replied.
——"What is it? Can you tell me? Is it related to the locker room?"
——"We have a good relationship in the locker room. My teammates all know why, but I can't tell you now. No comment."
He also said that he felt very powerless. He could score goals in every game, but he couldn't keep his teammates away.
He tasted this bitter taste again and again in his later years at Real Madrid.
He watched people coming and going, and he tried every time to fight against the club, but he was like being swept into a muddy torrent. No matter how beautiful and great the results he achieved for Real Madrid, he could not change anything.
Cristiano thought to himself, maybe they did lack some luck at that time. If they had won the Champions League that time, would Kaka have been able to stay? They may have more opportunities and time to prove that Kaka is compatible with Real Madrid's tactics.
But in that game, Kaka came on as a substitute and the game went to penalties, but they conceded three penalties in a row in the shootout.
Missing out on the Champions League has accelerated the pace of Real Madrid's change. Real Madrid is eager to use victory to vent the dark cloud that has been suppressing them for years.
Cristiano exhaled lightly, his eyes fell on Kaka in front of him——
Young, shiny, happy, full of energy.
Cristiano subconsciously gave a quieter and more focused smile. Everything would be different. This time they would win the championship together in Real Madrid.
When Kaka heard what Cristiano said, he turned his head and looked over, then met the pair of brown-green eyes that reflected the light like lake water with layers. Those eyes seemed to contain many unfinished words, and then Cristiano suddenly bent his eyes and smiled, and the ripples in his eyes were swept away, and those unfinished words were also dispersed.
Kaka heard his heartbeat getting faster.
The post-match interview ended smoothly. This was just a friendly match and no reporter intended to cause trouble on such an occasion. Moreover, the two protagonists obviously had an overly good relationship. They dared to guarantee that if anyone asked any inappropriate questions about one of them on the spot, the other would definitely jump out to help.
That would be meaningless.
Cristiano was surprised that the reporters let them off so easily for the post-match interview, but also felt it was a pity. Why didn't they ask more questions? He still has a lot to talk about Kaka.
After the interview, he turned around and ran into the Brazilian team with a shoulder bag on his back. He greeted Cafu, Ronaldo - the Brazilian one - and Marcelo like a stranger, and then naturally moved to Kaka's side.
The buses of the Brazilian and Portuguese teams were parked together, and the distance to the parking lot was quite long.
"Cristiano, why are you following us instead of leading the team back to the parking lot?" Cafu stared at the new Portuguese captain walking beside Kaka, the veins on his forehead almost bulging.
This guy really doesn't know how to restrain himself and cover up at all, right?
A Portuguese guy came over to their side after the game! Don’t you know that you stand out among the Minions wearing Portuguese clothes?
And during the last World Cup! Cristiano also ran to the hotel where the Brazilian team was staying alone! This guy is really... I don't know whether to say he is brave and courageous, or crazy.
Cristiano smiled and turned to Cafu and said, "They are not children. Do they need me to lead them back to the parking lot? They are free to move."
The Brazilians who were gathered by Kaka and led to the parking lot: ...
"Cristiano." A familiar low voice came from the front.
When Cristiano heard the sound, he looked over and saw Figo waiting in front of the Portuguese bus in the parking lot right in front of him, with one hand in his trouser pocket and a bunch of crimson fireworks on the chest of his suit.
Kaka paused, thinking of what the former captain of the Portugal national team said to him before the game started, and he subconsciously moved towards the opponent's bus.
Cafu quickly pulled him back.
Cafu: “…”
Cristiano made a phone call gesture to Kaka, then quickly ran to Figo.
"Louis!" His eyes lit up. "I thought you would go to the locker room. I was looking for you. Why are you waiting for us here?"
His eyes fell on the other person's suit and matching flowers again, and he couldn't help but smile: "Oh my God, Louis, this outfit really suits you. I've rarely seen you dressed so formally!"
Figo wore the national team jersey at his retirement ceremony from the national team. I have seen this before at award ceremonies.
But in the stands of the stadium, this was quite novel in Cristiano's memory.
"You'll see him later." Figo raised his eyebrows when he heard this. He would not miss Portugal's important game.
"I'm waiting for you here. I thought you might come out earlier than others, and I guessed right." Figo said, looking at the boy.
Cristiano heard a hint of seriousness in his captain's words, "We need to have a good talk." He blinked and said, "Luis, you really know me."
"Did I just say that? Luis, you should wear more suits. Your muscles shouldn't be constrained by those loose shirts without a shape. You are a natural suit frame! You look great in a suit!" Cristiano boasted.
Figo interrupted the boy's sugar-coated bullets and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Cristiano."
"..." Cristiano touched the tip of his nose. He looked around and saw that there was no one around, so he said, "Okay, do you have anything you want to tell me?"
"Yes, there are some," Figo replied, motioning for the boy to get in the car.
Cristiano noticed that even the driver of the bus had left, leaving Figo with a car key to open the door.
Cristiano couldn't help but recall the racing experience after the World Cup, which was deeply impressed.
"So what do you want to talk about?" Cristiano walked onto the bus, then looked at Figo and blinked.
"Let's talk about the children's problem," Figo said.
Cristiano paused. He indeed hadn't told Figo about this yet, but it was not because he didn't trust him enough. He just hadn't found the right time or the right opportunity. Figo was wavering on the club's choice. He knew this was a big moment for Figo and he didn't want to disturb him at this time.
And now, he guessed Figo might have made his decision.
——So you have the energy to pay attention to his little problems?
"I know it's not my turn to say anything about this matter, but I still want to ask you, have your thoughts and decisions never changed?" Figo looked at Cristiano.
Cristiano paused and looked at Figo hesitantly. To be honest, he didn't quite understand the other party's question. Did the fact that he had Junior conflict with any decision he had made?
He touched the tip of his nose and raised his eyes in confusion: "Hmm... I think so?"
"Sorry, Luis, don't say that. If the time is right, I would be happy to tell you the good news as soon as possible! But you were busy with club issues during that time...so I planned to wait until you were done before telling you." Cristiano said quickly.
He didn't like what Figo said, as if their relationship was made particularly distinct and unfamiliar. He frowned and looked at him seriously, "Luis, you are one of the most important people to me in football."
"I am happy to share with you all the good news about me! Maybe one day when you have time, you would like to come and see my child? He is very beautiful and well-behaved, you will like him." Cristiano said sincerely.
Figo paused: "...your child?"
Like any proud new father, Cristiano proudly showed Figo the photo of little Junior saved on his phone: "What a cute little guy."
“……”Why does it look different from what he had seen before?
Figo realized something and he gasped: "Cristiano?! You have a child?!"
Portugal's new captain was startled by the scream of the former captain.
Chris: “?”
Who was the first to suggest talking about the children?
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