Chapter 148
Kaka couldn't compete with a little kid who could only spit bubbles. He looked at Luka who was smiling at him innocently and clearly, and reached out to ruffle the kid's hair.
They stayed backstage, and there was a TV that could broadcast the award ceremony outside live.
Kaka held Luca on his lap and yawned slightly.
Like Cristiano, he did not like the lengthy and complicated ceremonies, which made him sleepy, but he would never refuse any invitations and tried to be polite and avoid mistakes.
Only Cristiano knows his true thoughts, but to outsiders, Kaka is always smiling, appropriate, and like a perfect bionic man who will never embarrass anyone.
His eyes fell on the TV screen, which was showing retired celebrities being invited to participate in the ceremony. Of course, there were also some active players, but there was nothing that Kaka was interested in.
He looked for Cristiano, but he seemed to have already entered the field, as he did not appear in the picture.
Cristiano had indeed arrived early. He followed the staff's lead to sit in the front row, and then found that there was Buffon's name tag on the seat next to him.
If they are acquaintances, then at least this long award ceremony won’t be too boring. Cristiano thought to himself, leaning back in his chair and waiting for people to come and go.
"Hey, it's you." A somewhat abrupt hand suddenly rested on Cristiano's shoulder from behind.
Cristiano turned his head and saw Ramos, with semi-long blonde hair, sitting right behind him. The back of his hand did not have the excessive tattoos that he would later get.
He raised his eyebrows in surprise. He didn't expect Ramos to come over and say hello. He had noticed him entering the venue before, but he thought their friendship was not yet to the point where they had to say hello when they met.
-Besides, he had just kicked Real Madrid back from the Champions League quarter-finals, and he thought that the typical Real Madridist would not be so happy to see him.
"Hello, Ramos." Cristiano nodded and stretched out his hand to shake hands with the other party.
Ramos scratched his head, feeling a little embarrassed because the other party acted as if they were strangers, while he was too familiar.
He somewhat regretted greeting her so naturally just now. He didn't know why he was so impulsive and put his arm around her shoulder.
He saw the other person sitting there, and even the back of his head looked familiar to him, as if they had been together for seven or eight years, or even longer. He went straight up to him without thinking much.
Damn it.
Ramos thought to himself, Sese's hands are really nasty...
Seeing that Ramos didn't say anything else, Cristiano paused, a little puzzled. In his impression, Ramos was not shy and unsociable, or was he already a "grown-up version" when he met him in his previous life?
He had no choice but to break the dull awkwardness and said, "You can call me Cristiano."
Ramos was relieved when he heard this, and he immediately said: "Okay Cristiano, can you call me Sergio?"
He thought, I know your other nickname, "Ronnie"? But he didn't dare shout that. If they had known each other longer, he would definitely tease Cristiano about this.
Ramos curled his lips and thought it would be interesting.
"Okay." Cristiano responded. Seeing that Ramos seemed to have returned to normal, he nodded slightly and looked away. "It's about to start, Sergio, you should sit back down."
It happened that someone was about to walk towards the aisle. Ramos and Cristiano were sitting in the row closest to the aisle, so Ramos had to move back to make room for the aisle.
Seeing this, Cristiano turned around.
Ramos scratched his head, thinking that such a boring opening time, how could it pass quickly than chatting and gossiping with others? But obviously Cristiano doesn't think so, what a pity.
He looked around, but unfortunately, either no one was around him today, or he was not familiar with the people who were there.
Soon, someone else came over.
Ramos felt as if a shadow was cast over him. The man was really tall and strong. He looked over and then understood - it was Buffon.
A goalkeeper needs to have this kind of physique.
Ramos thought to himself that Sese would still grow taller.
Buffon walked up to Cristiano, curled up the corners of his lips, smiled deeply and greeted Cristiano: "Long time no see, Cristiano."
He said, leaning over and kissing Cristiano on the cheek.
"Long time no see, Gigi." Cristiano tilted his head and raised his chin slightly, smiled and gently kissed the other's cheek. This was the customary etiquette he learned in Turin in his previous life.
He looked at the young Juventus goalkeeper, stretched out his arms to hug him, and greeted him: "How are you doing recently?"
"Not bad." Buffon smiled, "especially with your greetings."
He sat down next to Cristiano. Today he was also wearing a similar black three-piece suit. After all, there were only a few types of men's suits, and they all looked pretty much the same. He looked at the boy beside him and raised his eyebrows, as if he had just discovered something. "No wonder there are no clouds or stars in Turin tonight. It turns out it's all because of this."
"Light and darkness are intertwined in your beautiful eyes, dear Cristiano."
Cristiano paused with a smile. No matter how long it took, he could never get numb to the compliments that Italians gave him at any time and in any place.
"Well...Gigi, you are still so pleasant, thank you," said Cristiano.
Buffon curled his eyes, and the smile lines at the corners of his eyes were squeezed out: "Then I am very happy."
Ramos was sitting behind the two of them. Even through the backs of their chairs, he could see Cristiano and Buffon tilting their heads to communicate happily, and they were much more enthusiastic towards him than before.
Italians are indeed good at speaking and communicating.
The camera swept over, and Kaka, who was in the backstage lounge, also saw Cristiano and Buffon sitting together, while their former Real Madrid teammates were watching behind them.
Kaka found it somewhat strange that even if they had met in the previous life, in this life it was as if there was some kind of connection between them, and their former friends were still gathered around them.
Of course, it would have been nice if Buffon hadn't put his entire arm around Cristiano while laughing.
I don't know what happened on the stage as the camera didn't capture it, but it was obvious that something funny happened. The players below the stage all smiled. Cristiano, who usually has a low sense of humor, was so amused that he fell on the back of his chair, then leaned on Buffon, laughing and patting his thigh.
Buffon naturally leaned forward and the two of them laughed together.
Kaka thought that if he had known earlier he should have put on a suit and sat in Cristiano's family seat. When Cristiano laughed, he would have let Chris just pat his legs and not care about what the media would make up.
Apart from the opening, interludes, and some necessary but boring processes, Turin finally waited for the most critical moment tonight.
"Now we will announce the winner of this year's Golden Boy Award—"
The big screen at the scene began to play the highlights of the wonderful moments on the court of all the candidates on the final list.
The background music started to become loud and exciting, and the host's voice was even louder than it.
"Cristiano Ronaldo—!"
Buffon patted Cristiano on the back, smiled and hugged the boy tightly: "Congratulations, Chris! Go up!"
Cristiano smiled at Buffon, he exhaled lightly, and said to himself in his heart, just like in the rehearsal, Chris, you have won five Golden Balls, there is no need to be nervous about the Golden Boy Award.
Thinking this, he strode onto the stage, but when he took the award from the presenter, his mind went blank for a moment before he came to his senses.
"Ronnie won't cry when he receives the award, will he?" - In Ferdinand's living room in Manchester, Neville couldn't help but whisper as he watched the boy in a smart suit holding up the base of the trophy with both hands, standing in front of the podium and remaining silent for several seconds without speaking.
Ferdinand and Keane both glared at Neville at the same time.
Neville touched his nose awkwardly. He was just making a normal prediction.
Fortunately, Cristiano spoke soon, and his words were almost the same as those he had prepared during the rehearsal. The only difference was that this time he was holding the real Golden Boy trophy.
He grinned, held the trophy in both hands and kissed it, then looked at the camera: "I also want to say thank you to my children. That is my motivation to strive forward. I want to be their role model and someone they can be proud of."
Junior sat in a child's chair, watching his young father on the small TV screen. He clenched his fists with excitement and couldn't help but hum and move his butt and kick his legs - he has always been proud to be Cristiano Ronaldo's child, and this has never changed.
The young man on the TV screen was full of charm, smiling proudly and wildly, holding up the trophy. The auditorium behind him was lit with golden light strips, which was dazzling.
Luca and his father were sitting backstage watching TV. Luca opened his mouth slightly, and the saliva bubbles in his mouth burst. The camera gave a close-up of Cristiano. The happy, rebellious and enthusiastic look in his eyes made people's heart beat faster, as if they would be infected.
He suddenly understood why his father liked Cristiano so much. Seeing Cristiano like this was like seeing the most brilliant fireworks. The small sparks on the fairy wand seemed boring.
Luca looked up at his father and saw that his father was staring at Cristiano on the screen without blinking, with complete concentration.
He was sure that this must be one of the most vivid images in his father's memory.
The TV camera was cut away, Cristiano walked off the stage, and Kaka finally noticed Luca's gaze. He guessed that the child might not understand this, but he still subconsciously curled the corners of his mouth and whispered to Luca: "Your Chris papa is excellent, isn't he?"
Luka blinked, looked into the eyes of his young father, then stretched out his two chubby little arms, hugged Kaka's neck, and kissed him affectionately: "Wow - wow -"
His papa is also very good!
Kaka was amused by the boy's performance. He hugged the boy tenderly, looked at the TV screen, and said softly: "He should have won this award a long time ago, but for him, to win such an award, he often has to pay more than others."
Luca blinked. He remembered that his father had said the same thing to him in his previous life, but his father only said it once. He thought his father was going to do something, but later he only saw his father becoming more depressed and silent.
Kaka rested his chin on Luka's head and murmured, "It's unfair, but it's always like this. He seems to be used to it, but I haven't. I always feel unfair for him, but I can't say anything. After I left football, my voice was insignificant, and I even felt the terrible force of being pushed into the strong voice. When people followed the crowd, I couldn't even keep my own position. I felt sad for myself."
He narrowed his eyes slightly. This was why he could never muster up the courage to come to Cristiano in his previous life. He felt sad and ashamed of himself, even though he knew Cristiano would not care.
But nothing will be like that in this life, Kaka thought. The sadness of his previous life came from his hasty departure and his poor competitive state. He lost his voice and had only some false respect, while he was fully aware of the ridicule behind the scenes.
Luca, who was held in his arms, listened to his young father's mumbling, and was almost shocked to the point of dropping his jaw.
What does "After I Left Football" mean? ?
God must be kidding me! ? Which papa of his is this? !
Luca made a loud "wa wah" sound, forcing Kaka to focus all his attention on the little guy who was suddenly making a lot of noise.
"Does it need to change the diaper? I clearly remember changing it before we left..." Kaka muttered in confusion and lowered his head to check.
Luca twisted his body even harder in despair. Why was it that his father's first reaction was always his diaper? !
After the Golden Boy Award night, all the mainstream media in Europe focused on the winner of this Golden Boy Award, and this time, there was almost no voice of doubt - Cristiano's results were so outstanding that he was almost far ahead of all the candidates, and with such a transcript, even someone who only knows how to compare numbers would know who the award should be given to.
No dispute.
But there were still people who wanted to stir up trouble and passed the microphone to another unruly Portuguese who had conflicts with Cristiano, hoping that he would say something explosive and objectionable.
"Mourinho, what do you think of this year's Golden Boy Award winner? There are many competitive candidates on the list."
Mourinho looked at the other party and gave a casual smile: "I think this award should have been his before."
"If it was equal, he should have won the award last year. But purely, he didn't get it because he doesn't know how to market those beautiful images, never bows his head, and the same is true when accepting media interviews," Mourinho said.
He is indeed as the media expects, always sharp and bloody——
"And this time, he did better than last year, much better. When he was twice as good as others, he might still be hidden, but when he was three times better than others and no one could cover up his brilliance, the award naturally fell into his hands."
"As someone asked me before, Cristiano's contract extension with Manchester United after the World Cup. I personally think that's very good because I want English football to be the best in the world and every good player and coach should be here."
he drawled, to which the reporter replied: "Yeah, like you're in the English football world too?"
Mourinho gave the other party a "you know" smile.
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