Chapter 157
The game ended with Manchester United scoring a goal at the beginning of the first half and keeping the lead until the end.
It was not until injury time that Alan seized the opportunity, broke into the penalty area alone, and scored another goal, expanding the score to 2-0 and successfully getting the ticket to the next round.
Manchester United's defense withstood Lyon's fierce bombardment in the last 20 minutes of the game, and Van der Sar saved four consecutive shots on target to maintain Manchester United's advantage.
As soon as the whistle for the end of the game was blown, the teammates on the bench ran onto the court happily.
Cristiano also jumped up from his chair and happily jumped onto Neville who was about to run into the stadium. Neville was suddenly pressed forward and was supported by Queiroz who was right next to him.
Neville was carrying Cristiano on his back, laughing and crying, and ran towards the court. At the same time, he heard the boy riding behind him excitedly shouting to Van der Sar: "Edwin! Edwin! That's great!!"
Van der Sar heard the noise and ran towards them with a smile.
"You guy... don't move! Do you believe I will throw you down?" Neville weighed the number seven who was straddling his back, turned his head and said threateningly and warningly, but the joy of successfully getting the ticket to the next round made his threatening voice full of laughter, and it sounded ineffective.
Cristiano behind him was still waving his arms happily, with his other hand on his neck, twisting back and forth.
Neville rolled his eyes. When would Ronnie realize that the bike he was riding wasn't as strong and tall as his roommate's, strong enough to carry him around the field steadily?
Neville felt that his small body was bearing too much weight and was bearing a burden that it shouldn't have to bear.
Fortunately, his teammates came to rescue him in time. Alan and Van der Sar ran to them the fastest and hugged Ferguson and them.
Cristiano was about to jump off Neville, but Alan noticed him and immediately reached out to help him: "Hey! Pay attention! So what did the team doctor say?"
"Don't worry about that for now, now is the time to celebrate you!" Cristiano didn't want to be ruined by this, and he knew that he would be fine with the system, so he didn't care that much. He was even happier that they played this game beautifully!
They fought until the end, and even in the final injury time, the Red Devils still did not give up the determination to attack and expand the score, and they still scored a goal. This is the spirit of Manchester United!
Cristiano held Alan's shoulders, his eyes bright with excitement: "I was so excited watching that last goal! Great, Alan! I like it! This is our team! Great!"
Alan laughed, and before he could say anything, Rooney came up from behind them - but Rooney remembered to avoid Cristiano and put most of his weight on Alan - he rushed over, hugged Alan and Cristiano, and shouted happily: "We are going to the semi-finals!"
He scored the first goal at the start of the game. No one can ignore the importance of scoring a goal right at the start in laying the foundation for the entire game!
Rooney was very happy. He hugged Cristiano and Alan's shoulders and jumped hard.
Alan also laughed and jumped, correcting Cristiano: "It's celebrating us! Us! Ronnie!"
Cristiano was unable to jump happily along with his teammates, but he grinned and looked at his teammates with smiles in his eyes.
Ferdinand and Keane soon came over, and Keane immediately lifted Rooney away and warned: "Don't press on Ronnie."
Rooney yelled: "I didn't press him!"
"I saw you pressing on him," said Ferdinand.
Cristiano grinned: "Come on, I'm not made of glass!"
"Watch your knees. Leo and Roy are right." Giggs just came over and heard what Cristiano said. He looked at Cristiano disapprovingly. "Who was about to cry when he came off the field just now? Have you forgotten now? So you don't take it seriously?"
Cristiano quickly surrendered, muttering, "I didn't cry. Don't make it seem like I always cry. You must have contributed to the media's stereotype of me!"
For example, he prefers beautiful people, and for example, he likes to cry.
Giggs sneered and pinched Cristiano's face unceremoniously: "Weren't you the one who was crying before?"
"...Even if I cried, it was because I won the game and I was crying with joy!" Cristiano emphasized.
Alan paused, looking at Cristiano who was seriously refuting. He found it hard to agree - who was the one who cried as if he couldn't breathe when they lost to Juventus in the Champions League final last time?
Alan opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, Cristiano covered it with his hand.
Alan blinked and dodged with amusement.
Teresa and the children were waiting in the locker room for the players to return. When Cristiano arrived at the locker room, the first thing he saw was his little Junior sitting in a baby chair with puffed cheeks, puffed lips, and two light eyebrows twisted in a funny way, looking like he had been bullied.
"Teresa! You're here!" Cristiano's eyes lit up. He dragged his injured leg over quickly, leaned over to hug the lady, and then looked at Junior. "Thank you for your hard work. I hope Junior didn't cause you any trouble."
"Not at all, he's very well behaved." Teresa smiled, "Congratulations on your victory."
Keane also walked over quickly, kissed his wife, then picked up his son and laughed happily.
Junior saw Cristiano walking towards him with a slightly slow pace. He pointed at his father and said "ahhh" and twisted around in his chair anxiously.
Cristiano laughed when he saw this and immediately tried to pick up Junior, but the little guy dodged him again.
Confused, he changed direction and tried to hug her again, but Junior still twisted his body to avoid him, staring at him with red eyes.
"What's wrong, Junior?" Cristiano quickly touched the little guy's forehead.
"He seemed to know that you were injured. He was very uneasy during the game." Theresa explained, "It's like you and your son have some kind of telepathy."
Cristiano responded.
Upon hearing this, Ferdinand went to take the little guy out of the baby chair. This time, Junior obediently stretched out his little arms and asked Ferdinand to hold him.
Sitting in Ferdinand's arms, Junior turned his head and was about to look for Cristiano.
Ferdinand was curious about what Junior was going to do, so he leaned over to the little guy. Then he saw Junior put his hands around Chris' neck and put his face in the young father's shoulder, looking completely dependent and nervous, which made everyone feel soft-hearted.
Junior knew better than anyone that all his father's achievements were gained through pain and sweat. Everything he had - those incredible and enviable material conditions - was all thanks to his father. Under these glamorous appearances, what he heard was Cristiano's unconscious groans due to pain late at night.
He still remembers Cristiano taking him back to Portugal and showing him to his old dormitory at Sporting Lisbon.
Looking at the single bed that was only one meter wide, the room that was so cramped that it was difficult to turn around in, and the fact that there was not even a window in the room, he didn't believe that this was where his father had lived for a long time.
In his memory, the house where he could get lost, the countless rooms, the bathroom with play equipment, the garage filled with beautiful sports cars... these were where his father should be.
When he was a child, he thought his father was a dragon or a king with wealth, but later he found out that his father was a fighter and those wealth were trophies, medals and honors.
During this period of time, he got used to seeing his father in high spirits and forgot that the damn injury would come to him.
Junior held Cristiano's neck tightly and refused to let go. Ferdinand had no choice but to stand next to Cristiano and whispered: "This little guy really seems to understand everything."
Cristiano's heart was very soft. He gently rubbed Junior's soft curly hair and whispered, "Don't worry about me, Junior. I will get better soon. I always get better quickly."
Junior didn't look up.
Cristiano recovered quickly because of his strong physique, but that didn't mean the pain would subside or disappear, Junior thought to himself. He hated that sentence.
When he was very young, he told his father that he wanted to be a goalkeeper because he found that the goalkeeper's position was opposite his father. As long as they were on the field together, they would be face to face, and he could see his father anytime and anywhere.
Later, he thought that he had to be a defender to protect his father; now he realized that only the forward was closest to his father.
His father will have a very long career, so long that maybe one day they will stand on the same court and play for the same team. On that day, he must stand closest to his father.
…
A week after the game, Cristiano was repeatedly undergoing physical therapy and reexaminations. The treatment measures given by the system also required three weeks of recovery time, while the club's authoritative experts gave a longer required time.
Ferguson's face has never brightened since he learned about the situation, and the entire Carrington training base seems to be shrouded in dark clouds.
When Rooney and several of his teammates made an appointment to see Cristiano, they saw the young new father leisurely playing games at home, and the cub beside him was well-behaved and didn't cry or make a fuss.
Cristiano was wearing a casual turtleneck sweater and a pair of newly bought cross diamond earrings hanging on his earlobes. They were sparkling and he looked radiant, not like a wounded soldier at all.
It couldn't be better than any of them looked.
Rooney couldn't help but wail, "Ronnie, please come back soon. Boss is no longer a blower, he is a tornado."
"No one survived wherever they went," Scholes added.
Cristiano was amused: "How can it be so exaggerated?"
He paused, as if remembering something, and added: "Oh, but he is really scary when he is angry."
Cristiano vividly imitated Ferguson's swearing in the locker room. Even the Scottish tone was lifelike and his expression was rich enough to win the Golden Ball, which made everyone laugh.
"There's really something missing in the locker room without you." Giggs sighed, "Although sometimes I'm annoyed by your childish tricks, but now I hope you can come back soon."
Cristiano raised his eyebrows when he heard this: "Just admit that you missed me."
Giggs: "...yeah, little bastard, I missed you, but you're really annoying."
Cristiano grinned.
"I think it's not far away. I don't want to rust at home," Cristiano added.
"You have to get the doctor's nod first." Alan frowned slightly and warned Cristiano, "Then the boss's consent. It's not enough just because you think so."
Cristiano knows that he doesn't have to recover to 100% before being allowed to play, and the systematic medical help will shorten this time for him.
Keane noticed that Cristiano had washed fruit and mixed cod and potatoes on his desk, and it looked like he was going to eat. He asked, "Haven't you had dinner yet?"
"These will be perfect for when I watch the game later." Cristiano said. He looked at the time, got up, unplugged the game console, and switched to the channel where the game was being broadcast live.
Junior, who was sitting nearby, began to yawn, but this time Cristiano ignored him.
Junior pretended to rub his eyes for a while, but when he found that his father still had no intention of coaxing him, he had to pout and put his hands down in grievance.
Now that he is immune to the same trick, it seems he has to come up with something new.
"Oh yeah, AC Milan and Barcelona?" Scholes remembered, and he moved a chair to sit next to them with interest. "There seemed to be some controversy in the first leg."
Ferdinand pulled the corner of his mouth and made a gesture, and Scholes grinned in understanding.
"Okay, let's watch this game," he said.
Cristiano got up to pour himself some "drinks" and asked the others: "Would you like some?"
"What is it? Beer? Coke?" Scholes asked Cristiano, twisting his neck.
Rooney covered his eyes: "Oh, this is your first time to visit Cristiano's house, I almost forgot. If it were me, I wouldn't bring up this topic."
Rooney paused after he finished speaking and said, “That’s not right, this is Leo’s home.” But obviously, both he and others have tacitly accepted that this has become Cristiano's second home in Manchester.
"What?" Scholes looked at Rooney in confusion.
"You're interested? That's great. Wazza and the others don't know how to appreciate good things that are good for the body." Cristiano said enthusiastically, "It's milk and celery juice. I also added some honey. I'll bring you a glass. It'll be here soon."
Scholes: “…what??”
Rooney looked at him sympathetically: "That's what I said."
Scholes looked at the milky green drink and his face looked the same color as the drink.
Honey, milk and celery juice? Come on, it would be a bit weird even if it were put into Harry Potter!
Scholes pushed the water cup slowly, but when he looked up, he saw their No. 7 football babe staring at him eagerly.
Scholes: “…”
Then have a taste.
--vomit.
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