Chapter 156
"Welcome to the Dream Theater! This is where the golden dream begins!" The commentator and guests in the broadcast room stood in front of the big screen. "Today's Dream Theater will decide which side is qualified to continue to the dream stage. Let's take a look at the starting lineup first!"
The guest nodded and took over the conversation, "Both teams are using the same lineups as in the first round. It seems that neither side intends to make any adjustments. Let's wait and see!"
In the player tunnel, players from Lyon and Manchester United were waiting to enter the field.
Cristiano led the caddy out. The little caddy was not shy at all. He kept his head raised and stared at Cristiano, grinning and laughing unconsciously.
Rooney poked Cristiano amusedly and whispered in Cristiano's ear: "Hey, look, your little fan."
Cristiano looked down when he heard that, and met the little guy's straight gaze, which made him feel a little embarrassed.
He couldn't help but laugh and raised his hand to rub the little guy's head twice.
He looked at the caddy and motioned for him to follow his movements - he took two quick trot steps, then jumped up high and lightly, and the child followed suit and trotted and jumped.
"That's great." Cristiano smiled, praised it in a low voice, and then reached out to high-five the caddy.
The little girl's neck quickly turned red with excitement, and she happily grabbed Cristiano's hand and jumped as she walked.
They stood in the center of the stadium, and the host's rhythmic voice rang out over the loudspeaker on the field.
Cristiano hummed the theme song while he couldn't help but reach out and hook the caddy's chin. Alan, who was standing next to him, looked over helplessly and whispered with his hands covering his mouth: "You just don't want to be content, right?"
Cristiano made a light nasal sound: "This is called interaction."
As he spoke, he looked at Alan's caddy. The little girl was looking at him curiously. He glared at the little girl, causing her to giggle.
Cristiano was in a good mood and raised the corners of his mouth. He said to Alan: "When you see them laughing, you will feel relaxed too."
Alan looked down at his caddy. The little girl with a red face covered her mouth shyly, as if she was embarrassed.
He curled his lips, gently rubbed the little girl's hair twice, and said to Cristiano: "You have so many crooked ideas."
But it does seem to be of some use.
Cristiano put his hands behind his back, chuckled, and tidied his hairsprayed head with vigor, then looked towards the stands again.
Today, Teresa said that she would bring the children to the stadium to watch the game. Junior was also in the VIP box stands. This is one of the reasons why Cristiano was in a particularly good mood today.
"The game begins! Manchester United will kick off first."
This was the first time that Junior had watched Cristiano's game on site since he came into this world. He sat quietly in the baby chair, his eyes wide open, following his young father on the field.
It was such a novel feeling to see his father, wearing the red No. 7 jersey, playing on the same court with his uncles, who had all retired when he knew them. Junior watched them intently.
Even though he was a little far away, he could still recognize Cristiano at a glance from his running posture and standing body shape.
His father was like a wind full of flames!
"The ball goes in!!! The game has just started for less than three minutes!! Ronaldo and Rooney complete a lightning fast break!! Ronaldo assists, Rooney lobs a shot from a small angle and Manchester United gets off to a good start!!" The commentator screamed and shouted excitedly!
This is the second leg of the Champions League semi-finals! What does it mean to score a goal in three minutes? This means that the game will be very intense in the future!
The entire stadium was filled with excited and jubilant screams and shouts. Theresa was worried that Junior would be frightened by the noise since it was his first time at the stadium, so she hurried to check the little guy's reaction. Unexpectedly, Junior was also kicking his legs and waving his short arms excitedly, as if he understood.
Theresa covered her mouth and laughed. Oh my God, this is really Ronnie's child. He has loved football since he was young.
She picked up Junior and held him close to the handrail so that the little guy could see more clearly.
A close-up of the scene was playing on the big screen at the scene. Cristiano, Rooney, Alan, Keane and other Red Devils were hugging each other, celebrating happily and boosting each other's morale.
The camera in mid-air moved to the stands and focused on Theresa and Junior.
When Cristiano looked up, he saw Junior sitting obediently in Theresa's arms with a pacifier in his mouth.
He couldn't help but grin - he had never prepared this for Junior when he was at home. After all, he knew that Junior was no longer able to use a pacifier given his actual age. But Theresa had no idea and always gave the little guy a cream-colored pacifier, and Junior always cooperated and put it in his mouth, acting like a little baby.
Cristiano raised his arms high and waved towards the stands, and blew a kiss with both hands to his mouth. Junior, who was trying his best to act like a baby, saw his father's actions and waved his arms even more excitedly.
Father saw him!
"The person in the stands seems to be Cristiano Ronaldo's child!" The commentator exclaimed upon seeing this. This child, who is well protected by Cristiano, rarely appears in the media's field of vision. This is the first time that the other party has brought the child to such a public occasion!
"No wonder Ronaldo looked so happy today. He even played with the ball boys before the game. It turned out that his little baby came to cheer him on." The guest laughed. "This child brought him good luck."
The commentator nodded in agreement. "That's right. Manchester United, who scored a goal at the start of the game, is now playing very smoothly. They look relaxed, but they have a firm grasp of the game's rhythm. It looks like today's game might be a rare big score?"
Kaka, who was also watching the game, narrowed his eyes and said, "Is this Cristiano's child? And who is that lady?"
"She is Captain Cris's wife. She helps take care of Junior on match days. She is a very warm-hearted and kind lady." Kaka said, his eyes falling on little Junior and his lips slightly curled up.
He still remembered that when Cris first took care of little Junior, he was always overwhelmed. One day, he even came to him for help late at night with Junior crying. Little Cris was crying, and big Cris's eyes also turned red. The two crying Cris, one big and one small, almost made him at a loss for a moment.
And now, when it comes to taking care of the children, Cristiano is doing even better than him.
"He really tells you everything." Inzaghi twitched his lips. Kaka knew the situation on Cristiano's side as if he also lived in England. He really couldn't imagine that Cristiano was such a love partner who was willing to report every detail.
Kaka smiled when he heard this, and nodded: "Yes."
Cristiano always gives him an absolute sense of security and lets him know everything.
Inzaghi glanced at his young teammate, who had a slightly proud smile on his face, which made him feel a little jealous.
"This is why your love always ends in failure. Learn more from Ronaldo." Nesta said to Inzaghi on the side.
Inzaghi: “…”
No thanks.
"Oh my God - Ronaldo was fouled by the Lyon defender!" the commentator exclaimed.
In the broadcast, Cristiano was tackled and staggered on the ground. His calf was stepped on by a spiked shoe that almost lit up. He reacted very quickly and shrank back. The spikes rubbed against his socks, causing a sharp pain on his calf skin.
If he hadn't dodged quickly enough, this blow would have been enough to kill him.
Cristiano stood up quickly, took a step in front of the defender, and pushed him away angrily: "What are you doing?!"
Seeing this, the referee immediately trotted over, and Benzema, Grosso, and Keane from Manchester United also rushed over quickly.
It was the first time that Benzema saw Cristiano so angry. He quickly separated Cristiano from his defensive teammates and shouted in a low voice: "Cristiano!"
His eyes fell on Cristiano's slightly unnatural calf, and he immediately understood something.
But this was a competition, so he could only whisper and ask how the other team was doing while separating himself from his teammates to avoid escalating the fight.
He also noticed that the referee walked over and put his hand in his pocket as if he was going to take out a card. He immediately waved to the referee, indicating that there was no conflict here, and blocked the referee back.
Keane and his companions originally saw Benzema running over to stop Chris, and thought that the other party was rushing over to take sides. Fortunately, Keane then noticed that their number seven naturally put his hand on the waist of the opposing striker, so there was no accidental injury.
Manchester United's team doctor also quickly came on the field, checked Cristiano, sprayed him with ice mist painkiller, and then the referee signaled for the game to resume.
"Benzema, the top scorer of Ligue 1 and a member of the young generation that has been gaining momentum recently, seems to have a very good relationship with Cristiano. How are these two connected? I remember they only played one game together?" Gattuso looked at him puzzledly. Why did he feel that Cristiano was familiar with everyone?
Inzaghi snorted with a smile and said, "That Frenchman was very smart. He pushed away the referee's action of giving a yellow card to Cristiano, which not only prevented the referee from giving a yellow card to Cristiano, but also avoided the referee giving a yellow card to his teammate. In this situation, both of them would have been given a card. I remember that his teammate already had a card on him, right? If he got another one, the two yellow cards would have turned into a red card, and he would have been sent off directly."
Kaka responded and looked at the TV screen. In the screen, Cristiano was running slowly on the sidelines, and his movements were obviously less than before.
He frowned slightly, was it because of the shovel injury just now?
Rooney quickly noticed the situation on Cristiano's side. He made a gesture to Cristiano to ask, but Cristiano shook his head.
But more than ten minutes later, Cristiano pursed his lips and took the initiative to ask Ferguson on the sidelines to make a substitution. This was the first time that Cristiano took the initiative to ask to be substituted, and even the commentator was surprised.
"Does the previous tackle have a big impact? Ronaldo gestured to the coach to replace him!"
"Ferguson has asked Carrick to change his clothes. Ronaldo needs to stay on the field for a while."
Junior, who was in the stands, nervously grabbed Theresa's clothes and pointed at the field, whispering "Ahhh", trying to get Theresa's attention. He wanted to know what was going on and why all the close-up shots on the big screen on the field were of his father?
Theresa hugged Junior. She looked at the little guy apologetically and said softly, "Your father seems to be injured. He needs to be replaced now."
Junior's eyes widened upon hearing that and he immediately struggled to move forward, but Theresa quickly hugged him tighter.
She looked at the little guy unexpectedly, and the little guy seemed to understand what she said?
Or is this telepathy between father and son?
Although Ferguson had planned to replace Cristiano after noticing that he had reduced his running, and had arranged for Carrick to warm up in advance, Cristiano still needed to stay on the field for a while while changing his clothes.
He frowned and looked at Cristiano on the field. He was already praying in his heart. This was the first time he saw Cristiano take the initiative to ask him for a substitution. He didn't know what was wrong with his boy.
The game on the field will not stop just because of waiting for substitutes to change clothes. On the Manchester United side, Rooney got the ball, but two Lyon players quickly came in front of him from not far away.
He raised his head and looked around. Cristiano was undoubtedly the most suitable person to receive the ball from him, but he clearly noticed that there seemed to be something wrong with Cristiano's knee. He knew that as long as he passed the ball to him, the opponent would definitely speed up to grab the ball and counterattack, but this would undoubtedly make Chris' injury worse.
Rooney hesitated for a second, but decided to pass the ball to someone else.
He ran past Cristiano quickly and whispered, "Stop, Ronnie, think about your damn knee! Leave the remaining 20 minutes to us, we won't lose."
Cristiano slowly stopped walking when he heard this. He looked at Rooney who had already run away and said nothing.
He bent down, pursed his lips tightly, covered his left knee with both hands and took a deep breath. He hurt his knee when he fell just now. He was only concerned with avoiding the spikes. In a worst-case scenario, he might have injured his meniscus, but maybe with better luck, it would just be some pulling.
The linesman raised a sign on the sidelines to signal that Carrick was ready.
Cristiano slowly dragged his left leg to the sidelines. His whole body was drenched in sweat. He lowered his head, unconsciously puffed up his cheeks and pursed them, looking extremely depressed.
Benzema was standing not far away and watching. He hesitated for two seconds, then trotted to Cristiano and patted him gently on the waist, as if to comfort him. Cristiano didn't say anything, just nodded slightly, then high-fived Carrick and left.
The fans at Old Trafford gave their number seven a loud round of applause.
Ferguson was standing on the sidelines meeting Cristiano. He immediately grabbed the boy's arm, took him back to the bench, and with a serious face asked the team doctor to examine the boy immediately.
"How bad is it?" he whispered.
The team doctor quickly gave Cristiano temporary fixed treatment while answering: "It's hard to say, maybe he needs to stop for a month? Or even longer. It depends on the results of the detailed examination report and his recovery. But his physical condition has always been good, so maybe it won't take that long."
Ferguson took a deep breath and cursed in his heart, but facing Cristiano, he just patted the boy's shoulder without any expression and comforted him: "It's okay, Ronnie, you will catch up with the game, just take a rest."
Cristiano has been using the treatment package given by the system since he left the field.
He nodded, knowing how much time such situations would normally take, but he would make it in time for the competition.
He looked at the field. The game was still very intense. Lyon tried to take the game back from them and played very aggressively, while Manchester United slowly began to shift their focus to defense.
All they need to do is maintain their current results.
Neville was soon replaced by Ferguson. He took a water bottle to replenish water while sitting in the row in front of Cristiano, leaned back in his chair and asked the boy: "How are you doing?"
"I'll be fine soon," Cristiano simply replied.
Neville turned his head and looked over. His heart skipped a beat. This didn't sound good.
But when he met Cristiano's eyes, he saw only determination in them. He frowned and said, "Don't be so stubborn, Ronnie."
"I know," Cristiano responded.
Neville had nothing to say. Everyone knew how stubborn Cristiano was, so he could only shake his head and turn back. Anyway, the boss would keep the boy under control, so he didn't need to worry about anything.
The two of them watched the situation on the field together. With the score in their favor, they were both in a relatively relaxed mood.
After a while, Cristiano was in the mood to mess with Neville, who was sitting in front of him. He took off the ice patch tied to his leg - that thing was not very cold anymore and was not of much use - and put it on Neville's wet and increasingly thin hair.
Neville suddenly felt an ice on his head. He looked back while chewing gum and saw Cristiano fiddling with something and grinning at him.
He shook his head speechlessly and continued watching the game.
For the sake of Cristiano's injury, let the boy do whatever he wants. He chewed gum and thought to himself, who asked him to be the deputy captain? What else can I do? Even if Cristiano played a prank on Keane's almost bald head, Keane wouldn't say anything!
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