Chapter 158
Scholes' expression was so painful that Cristiano felt a little bit sorry for him.
He scratched the back of his head and whispered to Scholes, "Paul, er, if you want to drink something else, Leo has two bottles of beer in the fridge?"
Scholes nodded quickly: "God, give it to me!"
Ferdinand laughed out loud and stopped Cristiano who was about to get up to get beer: "Okay Ronnie, be quiet for a while, I'll get it."
"All thanks!" Scholes roared.
Rooney and Giggs rolled on the sofa with laughter. Cristiano pushed Rooney in shame and annoyance: "How can it be so unpalatable?"
"Yes," Rooney said. "Now Paul can vouch for me."
Scholes looked at Cristiano, hesitant to speak.
All I know is that in a post-match interview, a reporter asked Scholes about Cristiano, and Scholes told the other party: "Ronnie's success cannot be replicated. Behind it are some efforts that ordinary people can hardly imagine."
For example, taste.
In the forty-eight hours after Scholes tasted that strange drink, whenever he saw something mixed with green and white, the strange taste seemed to come back to his mouth - ugh.
The game on TV started. This game was played at San Siro at night in Milan local time. The entire stadium was filled with red and black flags, and the fans' support and cheering were extremely loud.
"Kaka completed a breakthrough! On the Barcelona side, Puyol immediately filled in and committed a tactical foul! Kaka was knocked to the ground! AC Milan got a free kick in the frontcourt!" said the commentator on TV.
Kaka quickly got up from the ground and Shevchenko took the free kick.
Giggs looked at the position of the set-piece and said, "Kaka's set-piece is very close to the penalty area. The position is very good and he can shoot directly."
Cristiano nodded in agreement: "Yes, this position is within Shevchenko's shooting range."
"Kaka and Shevchenko have a good understanding. The angle is very good. Kaka should have deliberately tried to move it this way." He added, "It created a good threatening opportunity for AC Milan."
Shevchenko took the ball from Kaka and placed it on the positioning point. He looked towards the goal, which was only about fourteen or fifteen yards away from this position.
The Barcelona players lined up in a row, and when the referee blew the whistle, Shevchenko ran up and shot!
The ball hit the top of the Barcelona player's head and flew towards the goal! Barcelona goalkeeper Valdes stretched out his arms, rubbed the spinning ball with his fingertips, and watched the ball hit the goal.
"Shevchenko's free kick! The ball just flew over Messi's head and hit the goal in an arc! AC Milan broke the 0-0 deadlock in the 43rd minute! Leading Barcelona 1-0!"
"Let's watch the replay again! - Just a little bit off! If it was just a few centimeters higher! Shevchenko's goal would have been dangerous!"
The commentator exclaimed about the subtle differences in the drama and even gestured exaggeratedly with his hands.
Kaka excitedly rushed to Shevchenko, jumped on his waist, hugged Shevchenko's head excitedly, raised one arm and shouted happily: "Sheva! Great!"
Shevchenko had to catch Kaka with both hands and slightly bend his knees to support the young man who jumped up excitedly.
He hugged Kaka tightly with joy and grinned, although in his heart he hoped that Kaka could know his own weight and take care of his waist and legs.
Maldini, Gattuso and others also ran over and ruffled Kaka and Shevchenko's hair.
Maldini looked at his teammates with his gentle yet powerful gray-blue eyes: "That's it! Kids! Run and use your brain to play football!"
At the end of the first half of the game, the San Siro stadium was filled with enthusiastic and excited flags, and the fans were happily singing the team songs and were in high spirits.
Cristiano also withdrew his attention at this moment. His arm suddenly felt heavy, as if something was pressing down on it. He looked down and saw that little Junior had fallen asleep at some point, just like a real baby. He had a chew toy in his mouth. His chubby little body was turned towards Cristiano. He was sleeping soundly than anyone else and was not affected by the noise from the TV at all.
Cristiano couldn't help laughing when he saw this. He took Junior in his arms and whispered to Ferdinand, "I'll take him upstairs to sleep first and come back later. You guys continue."
Ferdinand nodded. Junior was clingier when he was sleeping, especially to Cristiano. If he was woken up halfway and found that the person hugging him was not Cristiano, he would pout and look like he was about to cry.
——This was discovered by Teresa, because she usually has to help take care of Junior when Cristiano is not around, so this is particularly obvious.
Cristiano picked up Junior, who half opened his eyes in a daze. Before he could see the person in front of him clearly, he was kissed all over the face with a clingy kiss. He curled the corners of his mouth, 100% sure that this was his father.
He closed his eyes peacefully again. He didn't know what happened today, he just felt too tired. With so many people coming and it was so noisy, he fell asleep without realizing it.
Junior twisted his body unconsciously and burrowed deeper into Cristiano's arms.
Cristiano felt like there was something different about Junior tonight, he couldn't put his finger on it, he just had a feeling, Junior was usually very quiet, just like he was tonight, but he just felt like something was wrong.
After he put Junior in the crib, he didn't go downstairs right away.
He stood beside the little guy's bed and saw that Junior was sleeping soundly, but he felt an indescribable uneasiness and anxiety.
The second half of the game started and Ferdinand came upstairs to call Cristiano.
"Why haven't you come down yet? The game has already started." He asked, following Cristiano's gaze towards the crib, "Isn't Junior very well behaved?"
"Okay, I'll be right there." Cristiano nodded. He suppressed the unnaturalness in his heart and went downstairs with Ferdinand.
He watched the game broadcast on TV. Messi was as agile as a slippery loach after getting the ball, breaking through AC Milan's defense line.
Cristiano stood up suddenly, earning confused looks from Alan and the others, "What's wrong, Ronnie?"
"I'm going upstairs to see Junior. I'm worried about him being alone." Cristiano forced a smile, nodded to his teammates, and quickly walked towards the stairs.
Rooney laughed and said, "This guy is really a good father."
"Still don't want to see Messi?" Giggs joked, "Is it because those reporters compare him to Messi too much and it annoys him?"
"You're no better," Scholes told Giggs.
Giggs shrugged: "But Ronnie ignored us. It would be interesting if he responded."
Scholes smiled knowingly.
Alan frowned slightly, interrupted Giggs and Scholes, and said, "He seems to be very nervous. Did something happen to Junior just now? Did anyone notice it?"
"The child has been very quiet, what could possibly happen?" Scholes said disapprovingly, "Don't worry, Alan. When my wife first had the child, she was just like Ronnie, worrying about everything. Even if she let the child sleep in a room alone at night, she would suddenly wake up in the middle of the night and jump up to check on the child. This seems to be called new mother anxiety disorder."
"Paul, that's called responsibility." Keane looked at Scholes and said disapprovingly, "And you should share some of the burden with your wife. She's already working hard enough."
Theresa nodded in agreement. She leaned on Keane's shoulder and said with a smile, "It's like this for all first-time parents, but Keane has shared enough of my uneasiness and anxiety. Paul, this is not easy. Your child is just over one year old. There will be more worries and tensions in the future."
Scholes nodded thoughtfully: "You are right."
"Come to think of it, Ronnie ignored Milan's game and rushed upstairs. Is this more or less the anxiety of a newbie? Who can help Ronnie share this?" Scholes changed the subject again.
Ferdinand raised his eyebrows and pointed at himself proudly: "Have you forgotten who Junior's godfather is?"
"...what can you do?" Scholes rolled his eyes.
"At least I can help make some milk powder or something in the middle of the night." Ferdinand snorted.
The people downstairs were chatting animatedly, and Cristiano hurriedly strode into Junior's room upstairs. He saw that the little guy was still sleeping soundly and breathed a sigh of relief.
He took two steps forward, but soon he noticed that Junior's face was slightly red, which was particularly obvious on the fair and tender face of the baby.
Seeing this, Cristiano immediately reached out to check the little guy's temperature, then quickly found the thermometer to measure it, which was 38.7°.
He took a deep breath and was extremely glad that he had decisively gone upstairs.
Cristiano quickly changed Junior's clothes. Junior opened his eyes drowsily, uttered two small hums, and reached out to hug Cristiano's neck.
"Be good, Junior." Cristiano coaxed Junior softly. The little guy's soft voice was like cotton thorns that made him feel distressed.
After he changed his clothes, he carried Junior downstairs.
Scholes and the others heard the movement at the stairs and said, "Look, they're coming down - er, what's wrong, Ronnie!?"
Ferdinand gasped and trotted over: "What's wrong?"
"Junior has a fever, we have to take him to the hospital." Cristiano said. Junior snuggled into his chest and clutched his clothes as if he was afraid of the cold. This little action made Cristiano's eyes red.
"Okay, okay, don't worry, Ronnie. There will be traffic jams on the road for a long time at this time. I'll call Henry first and ask him to come and see Junior." Keane said immediately.
Henry is their family pediatrician and lives two blocks away. Even if they walk here, it will only take about ten minutes at most, which is much better than running to the Children's Center Hospital in Manchester with the traffic conditions.
Henry first asked about Junior's current condition on the phone. After confirming that the situation was not urgent, he asked Cristiano to prepare cooling towels, give him more water, and wait for him to come over.
When Henry arrived at Ferdinand's place, as soon as he opened the door, he was surrounded by a group of anxious and nervous Manchester United stars. Even though his employer was the captain of Manchester United, Henry couldn't help but be surprised. After all, not every pediatric doctor can see so many stars up close at once.
"Where's the baby?" Henry asked.
"Here!" Cristiano called out quickly.
Henry strode over and saw Manchester United's young star holding a little kid with red eyes. He was frightened at first sight, thinking that the kid's condition had worsened in just ten minutes.
"…It's just teeth growing." After a careful inspection, Henry finally looked at Junior's slightly red and inflamed gums and came to this conclusion.
Half an hour later, when Junior's temperature was measured again, it had dropped below 38 degrees. Henry told Cristiano that there was no need to go to the hospital, let alone take medicine or injections. Even if he went to the hospital, the nurses at the children's center would only help Junior wipe and change towels and cool him down physically.
After all, the child is still too young, and the fever caused by teething is normal, so there is nothing to worry about.
Alan and his companions breathed a sigh of relief when they heard this. The group of adults who had been following behind them were jumping around in fear, but now they can finally feel relieved.
"Just now I thought it was teething," Theresa said with amusement, "but Ronnie's eyes were red and he looked like he was about to cry, so I'm not sure anymore."
Pediatric doctor Henry was thinking in his heart that when he first entered the door, he was surrounded by a group of nervous men and the young new father named Cristiano. Even he was startled.
Cristiano wiped his face and whispered, "I forgot about this..."
"It's normal, it's common for new fathers." Henry comforted casually. He mentioned a few things to pay attention to, the main one being to improve the little guy's own immunity, and also to pay attention to disinfecting the little guy's teething toys in time and replacing them with suitable teething toys to prevent bacteria from entering the mouth and causing illness.
Cristiano nodded and wrote down everything. In his previous life, his mother took care of Junior for him, and most of these things were taken care of by his mother. He realized that he had not done enough.
"Oh, are you watching the game?" When Henry was about to leave, he accidentally caught a glimpse of the post-match highlights on TV. He smiled and said, "Okay, keep watching. Don't worry, the little guy will be fine."
Cristiano nodded. He breathed a sigh of relief and even felt his temples throbbing.
Ferdinand noticed that Cristiano was tired, so he patted the boy on the shoulder. Keane exchanged a look with Ferdinand and began to call for the other teammates to disperse.
Ferdinand gently picked up Junior and said to Cristiano: "Go and have a rest, Ronnie, you are all tired enough tonight, I will clean up the living room."
"Leo?"
"You have to look after Junior. That's it. Come on upstairs." Ferdinand pushed Chris without giving him room to refuse.
Cristiano had no choice but to respond.
The Manchester United squads that left the villa separated one by one at the street corner.
"Guess what the final result is?" Scholes, who was going the same way as Rooney and Alan, suddenly spoke while flipping through his phone.
"What result?" Rooney answered casually. He stood lazily waiting for the red light, too lazy to even use his brain. Junior had exhausted him tonight - the mental level alone was enough to make him tired.
"AC Milan vs. Barcelona, what else could it be?" Scholes curled his lips.
Rooney thought for a moment and said, "AC Milan is leading by one goal, but since you asked, then it is Barcelona that advances?"
"He has some brains." Scholes gave Rooney a thumbs up. "In the second half, Barcelona scored two points and overtook AC Milan."
Rooney raised his eyebrows: "Is that true? Wow——"
"Yeah." Scholes nodded, looked at the online game commentary and replied, "Twelve minutes into the second half, Messi assisted Ronaldinho to score a goal, and then in the final injury time, Ronaldinho scored another goal, scoring twice."
"I don't know if Ronnie paid attention to the result of the game." Rooney touched his chin, "This is really unexpected. But it is Barcelona after all."
Alan said, "Maybe we'll meet each other later."
"Hmm." Scholes snorted. "I'm not afraid of them. And, Wazza, don't use that tone, as if that team is invincible. It's irritating."
Rooney: “…” It’s his fault too! ?
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