Chapter 155
Cristiano watched Kaka's game, along with Junior and Ferdinand.
He even prepared some snacks for the first time. During the half-time break, he went upstairs to get a Kaka jersey to change into. He happily walked in front of the TV, but was driven away by Ferdinand with a roll of his eyes.
"Don't get in the way, Ronnie, and don't force me to kick you out." Ferdinand threatened viciously.
His little Junior, on the other hand, looked uninterested and preferred to lower his head, pretending to be very absorbed in the childish doll ornaments on the baby chair.
Cristiano really didn't understand why Junior didn't look happy. He took advantage of the halftime break to get close to the little guy, gently touched the tip of his nose with his finger, and whispered, "Don't you like Kaka very much?"
Junior looked up at his father, he didn't like anyone who had hurt his father, he didn't understand why his father was still the same as before, as if nothing had happened, he couldn't do it.
But he also hated himself for not being by his father's side at that time. He shouldn't have been angry with his father, and he shouldn't have gotten drunk and slept so soundly that he missed those dozen phone calls.
He was addicted to alcohol for the first time, and it cost him the lives of his most important family members.
——Junior saw the text message his father sent to that person, and even invited the other party and his wife and children to watch the game in the box. He was almost going crazy. He couldn't understand why his always proud and excellent father could calmly accept that his partner left and remarried with another poor woman, and even invited them to live together.
He was the only one who knew how painful and difficult his father was during that time, and he was the only one who was with his father. He saw those psychologists coming in and out of their villa, saw his father's cold rejection, and Jorge's rage.
Even during that damned plague, when his father had a high fever, it was only him and the family doctor who were there with him. When his father was at his most vulnerable and weak, that man was with his new wife. He even tried to call him, but it was his wife who answered the phone and he timidly hung up again.
He knew it was wrong and he shouldn't bother the couple, but he knew so well what his father needed.
But they finally got through those difficult days, and when he happily thought that everything was starting to move forward, he found that his father was still standing there waiting.
At that time, he had a big fight with his father for the first time in his life.
His father leaned on the table, breathing heavily, and looked at him with disappointment and pain.
He couldn't bear that the pair of eyes that always smiled gently were looking at him like this because of that person. He guessed that his rebellious teenage years had arrived. He slammed the door and walked out for the first time, skipped his father's game the next day, and ran to an unknown small bar to drink several bottles of wine.
God knows if it was fake wine or if he just couldn't drink much, he slept all day, had a terrible headache, and his cell phone was out of battery.
When he got home, he charged his phone and lay on the bed reading comic books. He was bored and sleepy for most of the afternoon. When he remembered to turn on his phone again, he noticed the missed calls and the overwhelming text messages.
His friends and family...
Only then did he realize what had happened. He even felt that it was a drunken nightmare and he hadn't woken up yet.
Junior looked at his younger father in front of him. His father pouted his lips, always revealing a childishness and innocence that did not match his age, just like now.
He couldn't tell his father that he liked Kaka because Cristiano liked Kaka and he wanted his father to be happy.
And he didn't like Kaka because that person was not nice to his father.
But now, he will no longer be as impulsive as in his previous life, and he will accept his father's choice.
Even though he still held on to his own views, he was more afraid of the consequences of the quarrel in his previous life.
He knew that no matter what, no matter what that person would do, he would stay by his father's side, just like in his previous life.
His father always told him that he inherited his name, that he was another Cristiano from his own flesh and blood, that they were the closest in the world, that no one could compare to them, that they would love each other forever, and that would never stop.
Junior kept this in mind, and he received love that was generous, warm, open, unconditional, and selfless, and he also learned how to love in this way.
Junior raised his little arm with great effort and held Cristiano's index finger.
——Whenever he didn't want to hear anything about that person from his father, he would do this and then pretend to yawn sleepily. His father would immediately forget the topic of the previous second, pick him up from the small chair, and then stroke the back of his head and back, and coax him to sleep against that warm and strong chest.
This trick works every time.
Ferdinand smiled and hooked his hand around Junior's relaxed fingers. He was very satisfied with this child who always stood on the same side with him, and he was too lazy to pay attention to the show-off couple.
Cristiano tilted his head to look at little Junior who was slowly falling asleep and closing his eyes. He carefully put the child in the crib upstairs and then tiptoed downstairs.
"Why do I always feel that Junior is not very interested in Kaka?" He scratched his head and asked Ferdinand.
Ferdinand almost laughed out loud when he heard this: "If Kaka is some kind of cheese stick fruit puree, then it's worth thinking about why Junior is not interested in him. God, you can't expect everyone to like Kaka! Especially a baby who has never seen Kaka!"
Cristiano: “…”
This didn't apply to Junior, but he couldn't explain it to Ferdinand.
"Maybe Junior is just jealous that you always mention Kaka. Maybe he thought it was another baby. You know how possessive children can be." Ferdinand added.
Cristiano nodded thoughtfully.
He didn't think Junior was what Ferdinand said, but Ferdinand reminded him.
Cristiano turned his head and looked towards the stairs. He thought that sooner or later he would have to have a serious conversation with Junior. He needed to know what his child was thinking. He couldn't always pretend that the quarrel that ended abruptly in the previous life was over, even though he had been deliberately ignoring it for so long.
He needs to tell Junior, who is too late to grow up and understand love, that love itself is complicated, both pure and impure, both watching over and leaving, and he and Kaka have only chosen one form of it.
Cristiano was in no mood to watch the game anymore, especially when he saw Kaka's goal was called offside. Ferdinand even muttered to the side: "Even if it's at home..."
He didn't finish.
But Cristiano knew what Ferdinand was trying to say.
"There's still a second round," said Cristiano, shaking his head.
Ferdinand shrugged his shoulders and said nothing.
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The second leg of the Champions League quarter-finals kicked off at Old Trafford nearly a month later, with Manchester United and Lyon meeting on the field again.
"Don't you want to say hello?" Grosso asked Benzema. He clearly saw Benzema looking towards Manchester United.
Benzema retracted his gaze upon hearing this and replied: "Focus on warming up. This is a game, not a social event. And there is no need for me and him to say hello to show our relationship."
He thought to himself that their relationship wasn't good enough for them to go across half the court to say hello during warm-up training.
But to others, this sounds like bragging about how close the personal trainer is.
Grosso: “…”
He would be a fool if he cared about Karim again.
…
Cristiano was warming up in their half of the field. Alan hooked a ball to him and he tried to challenge the ball by clamping it between his thighs, but the ball slipped between his legs, causing a round of mocking boos from the stands behind him.
He ran to pick up the ball with a nonchalant smile on his face. There was a naughty and mean little boy standing behind the billboard, laughing and shouting "SHAME!" when he ran closer.
An unpleasant brat.
Cristiano made a funny face at the little boy, and the little guy just stood there like an idiot.
Satisfied, he turned around and ran away with the ball, then kicked the ball to Alan: "One more!"
"What's coming?" Alan asked puzzledly while stepping on the ball.
"Just like just now." Cristiano gestured, then patted his strong thigh muscles. He had to succeed to show those who booed him, huh.
Alan: "...How old are you?"
"The captain said he was 'innocent and beautiful', two words I have only seen adults use for three-year-olds." Rooney laughed and answered beside him - that was what Keane said in a recent TV interview, and he almost got goose bumps - he said to Alan, "You should agree to him quickly, otherwise I'm afraid he will cry and roll around like a three-year-old who can't get his toys."
Cristiano grinned and waved his fist at Rooney threateningly: "Fuck you, you are jealous."
Rooney rolled his eyes at this. Is he jealous? He would be jealous of Cristiano winning the Golden Boot and being the top scorer in the Premier League, but he would never be jealous of this!
Is he jealous that Keane said in an interview that Cristiano is good-looking and doesn't look like a fool when he looks in the mirror? absurd!
——"Ronnie is good-looking, and he knows it. He always looks in the mirror. When I see him standing in front of the mirror, I think, well, he's really good-looking, but when I see other players looking in the mirror for a long time, I think, what a bunch of idiots."*
Rooney refused to admit he was the second-longest player to look in the mirror.
Alan laughed and passed the ball to Cristiano again: "Go!"
Cristiano stared at the ball, then tightened his leg muscles as it fell, holding the ball firmly between his legs. He raised his eyebrows proudly and raised his eyebrows at Rooney: "Did you see that?"
Rooney: “?”
"It's not like I'm laughing at you." He said speechlessly.
Cristiano snorted, put the ball away, and thought to himself, he would not deliberately show off to the spectators, they must have seen it, but he had to pretend that it was not worth mentioning, otherwise it would be too childish.
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