Chapter 165
After the game, Cristiano quickly squeezed out of the circle of his teammates and called out to the Croatian who was walking towards the player tunnel.
The Croatian turned his head and looked over without any expression - no one could show any expression after leading 2-0 and then being overtaken by five goals in the second half. Even the Croatian didn't feel any emotion at all at this moment, he was numbed by the scoring.
In the words of their head coach, they played rubbish in the second half of the game, which was a disaster.
The high tempo of the Premier League made him feel like he was being sidelined when he first came to Tottenham. He could hardly get the ball in the midfield, and the Portuguese man who called out to him snatched the ball away from him several times. The only thing he could be proud of was that the opponent's muscle confrontation was not as good as his, so it was a waste of his height.
Oh, maybe tall people have an unstable center of gravity? Modric was thinking calmly in his heart. He twitched the corners of his mouth in his heart, but his face remained expressionless.
He was almost at the player tunnel, but he slowed down early. He didn't want to hear what those Tottenham fans said about him - "A clown from Croatia", "A gold rusher in Tottenham, with no talent at all"...
So when Modric heard Cristiano calling his name, even though he didn't want to see the guy who had just scored their goal, or the big smile on his face, he still stopped.
He thought to himself, no matter what that guy said to him, it didn't matter if he showed off, it was better than those fans booing him.
"Hey! Want to exchange jerseys with me?" Cristiano walked quickly to Modric, took off his jersey, held it in his hand, and handed it to Modric.
He knew that his good friend was not the proactive type, but after getting to know him, he found that his temperament and personality were completely opposite to his appearance.
He was happy to open this door actively.
Modric stood there, slightly stunned and puzzled. He did not think that the other party called him to exchange jerseys.
He looked at Manchester United's No.7 in front of him in confusion. The sweaty No.7 was standing in front of him holding the jersey that was covered with grass debris, with a serious expression on his face.
He thought the other party would come up and say something proudly. He didn't know much about Ronaldo. He only knew that he had just won the Golden Boy of Europe and the Golden Boot of the World Cup, and that he was a genius who suddenly appeared in the world.
From the occasional media reports he saw, the impression left on him was that the other party was unruly, difficult to get along with, and a self-centered and arrogant guy.
He didn't like such proud people, who often looked down on others with an air of condescension. Even if they behaved in a gentle manner, they would still look at him with a disgusting gaze, and there was a sense of alienation between the two worlds.
He came from a place of displacement and was used to the eyes of this kind of people. He could recognize them at a glance.
Modric looked at the Manchester United midfielder in front of him. The Portuguese played the same position as him, but differently. He wanted to be the invisible hand on the court, but the Portuguese was the spear on the court.
When he looked into the Portuguese's eyes, there was neither pity nor sympathy, nor the triumphant joy of victory. It was as if he was meeting an ordinary person, even -
Modric thought a little strangely, it was like he was meeting a familiar friend, which was not a very appropriate description. The Portuguese's gaze was like pearls in the clam, pure and soft, but very bright, and those eyes shone brightly under the spotlight of the stadium.
The Portuguese were confident that they would not be rejected.
He is indeed a proud man. Modric confirmed this impression in his mind, but surprisingly, perhaps because the other party's gaze did not make him feel uncomfortable at all, he did not hate the other party.
Besides, who would refuse a jersey exchange from a superstar who has just won the title of European Golden Boy?
He wondered why the other party came to find him. His performance in this game was not very good, but he thought it was not bad either. At least he did not deserve the booing from the fans.
"You want my jersey?" Modric looked at Cristiano and opened his mouth to confirm again.
"Yes." Cristiano nodded and asked, "Is it okay?"
Modric wanted to laugh in his heart. What's wrong with that? You are Cristiano Ronaldo. Even players who hate the Portuguese will be happy to change into the opponent's game jersey. This is something worth showing off.
He nodded, took off his jersey and handed it over.
Cristiano grinned at the Croatian. This was the first smile he showed to the little Croatian after the game: "Okay, let's go. I'm sweating all over. I have to go back and take a shower."
He naturally put his hand on Modric's shoulder, just like the two of them used to put their hands on each other's shoulders when they walked back to the locker room after the game.
Modric looked up at Cristiano uncomfortably but said nothing.
As the two walked down the sidelines and were about to leave the player tunnel, they heard the spectator stands on both sides of the tunnel filled with Tottenham fans, who shouted mockingly at them: "Croatian clowns! Go back to where you came from!"
"You useless parallel import! We didn't pay you to put on a show!"
"Get out of Tottenham!"
"Don't delay us from winning the championship!"
Modric tensed up suddenly, but before he could say anything, the Portuguese who was holding his shoulder glared back at him: "Hey! Show some respect!"
Tottenham fans did not expect that Manchester United's top star would get involved in their "internal conflicts". The fans who had just lost to Manchester United suddenly seemed to have found an outlet for their fire.
The player tunnel suddenly became lively. Ferguson was still shaking hands and greeting the staff on the field one by one - the Scottish coaches of the Triple Crown were in a rare and happy mood - but the next second he could not laugh anymore. He looked towards the noise and saw his little Portuguese in the center of the eye of the storm. The security guards quickly rushed over.
Ferguson almost screamed, why the hell was his Ronnie at the center of the trouble! ? What happened again? !
Ferguson immediately called Keane, Ferdinand and several tall players to rush over. Seeing this, the others didn't need Ferguson to say anything and hurriedly trotted into the crowd.
Cristiano and Modric were sent into the player tunnel. The fans outside the stadium were still cursing, but this was no longer a one-sided war between Tottenham and Red Devils. When Tottenham cursed Cristiano, the Red Devils fans immediately cursed back with great dissatisfaction and the war escalated into a big trouble for fans on both sides.
The security guards quickly called another team to enter.
"Oh my God, Ronnie!!! Why did you get into trouble?!" Ferdinand grabbed Cristiano with lingering fear. Those Tottenham fans looked like they wanted to eat Cristiano.
Liverpool fans wouldn't do that.
Cristiano curled his lips: "I didn't do anything, they are just a bunch of unreasonable people."
He muttered something, then turned to Modric and said, "Okay Luka, let's separate here. We will have a chance to meet again in the future. Nice to meet you."
He leaned over and hugged the Croatian, then whispered in his ear, a voice only the two of them could hear: "Ignore what those fans say, they boo everyone, you will be one of the greatest midfield masters in the world in the future, that's for sure."
After Cristiano finished speaking, before he could even ask for contact information, Ferdinand grabbed the back of his collar and took him away.
Modric stood there, somewhat unresponsive. He did hear the Portuguese man yelling something in dissatisfaction when he was being taken away, but he didn't understand.
He clutched the jersey in his hand and looked at the aisle of the Manchester United locker room twice more. He didn't expect the Portuguese to do this, to stand up for him outside the player tunnel, and to hear the whisper just now.
If the Portuguese said it directly, his face would definitely blush. He hated the boos, and he hated it even more when the boos were exposed by other people. But that guy seemed to know him very well, and no matter what the other party said, it seemed to be exactly what he needed.
Modric frowned slightly, feeling that this was a strange and weird feeling. He shook his head and strode back to the locker room.
When teammates in the Tottenham locker room saw Modric come in, their eyes all fell on the red number 7 jersey in the Croatian's hand.
One of his teammates immediately gasped in laughter: "Ronaldo actually asked you to exchange jerseys?!"
Modric said "hmm", and the next second, the jersey was snatched away by someone else.
"Do you smell anything?"
"His jersey really smells so good, oh my god?"
"I thought it was some fan's fanboy filter, how scary! How could this person put so much thought into his jersey?!"
"Not manly at all."
Modric took back his jersey and said coldly: "But he can score goals."
“…”
Ok, the Croatians killed the chat.
Meanwhile, Cristiano returned to the Manchester United dressing room. He was surrounded by Ferdinand and his team. They stared at him interrogatively, "What the hell? How did you get into trouble? Spurs fans won't take the initiative to scold you in our home stadium, will they?"
Everyone knows the fighting power of the Red Devils fans. Anyone who dares to boo Ronnie at Old Trafford must be prepared to be besieged - except themselves.
At the beginning of the season, Cristiano did go through a very difficult half of the season because of the World Cup, but as he won one championship after another and his goal statistics soared, the fans were left with only pride and complacency.
As they sing, there is only one Ronaldo and it's in Manchester!
"I just think Luca shouldn't be treated like that." Cristiano curled his lips.
Alan turned his head and looked over. Thinking of how Cristiano had stood up for him before, he pursed his lips slightly and said, "Are you so righteous towards everyone?"
"Hmm?" Cristiano raised his eyes and snorted, "What?"
"That's true, he has stood up for me before." Rooney spread his hands and said to Alan.
He then looked at Cristiano and said, "But honestly, you don't have to do anything, it's easy to attract hatred. It's better not to stand up for others too much. The Croatian may not appreciate it."
Cristiano rolled his eyes.
Old Trafford is hosting a real-life offline fast-paced match between fans, and the offline fan forums are equally powerful. The Red Devils, who were originally celebrating Manchester United's third consecutive win in the Treble, suddenly saw a camera slide past their team mascot after the game, and they were actually blocked in the player tunnel by Tottenham fans.
As soon as a fan who could read lips translated it, the Red Devils in the forum went wild:
[Subject: I have never seen anyone so arrogant after losing a game. How can we tolerate Ronnie being bullied right at our doorstep? ? 】
[Original poster: Tottenham’s main forum posted a post-match video. We were blocked in the player tunnel against the weak team RO, and the teammates around us didn’t have time to support us [crying][sharing video]]
[1st floor: Be patient, it explodes]
[2nd floor: Big Brother is really mighty since ancient times]
【3rd floor: 111111】
[4th floor: I am speechless, my family members. It turned out that Roro was the one who stood up for the Tottenham players and was besieged... Well... our Roro may be a scumbag, but he has a heart that stands up for the weak...]
[5th Floor: Ahhh, such a big blow, Roro, please face up to your own fighting ability! ! Non-combatants, retreat immediately! ! 】
[6th Floor: I saw that Tottenham player didn’t show any reaction... Don’t be too proactive, roro, you are the top star, so put on some airs, ball! 】
[7th floor: Report a little bit... I took the troublesome curly-haired puppy home]
[8th Floor: Nonsense, the curly-haired puppy clearly sneaked out of Sir Alex Ferguson’s house! Give it back soon! 】
[9th floor: Ferguson would also give a thumbs up to the above post if he sees this]
[10th Floor: Ahhhhhhhhhhh]
[11th floor: Let’s see the curly-haired puppy rub his waist [share animated picture]]
[12th floor: Hard in places that shouldn’t be hard]
【……】
【132nd floor: What the hell, your top player came to meddle in our team’s affairs and got scolded, so what? ? ? Is it okay to blow up our forum? ! 】
【133F:? What the hell is going on upstairs? 】
[134th floor: ...Shit, is Big Brother really going to blow it up? 】
【135th floor: Nonsense, do you think I'm letting you down? 】
【136th floor: …】
【137th floor: …】
[138th floor: ...Awesome, big brother is a tough guy who doesn’t talk much...]
[139th floor: Big brother’s doting, please accept it, Roro [heart]]
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