Chapter 169
Cristiano froze in place after hearing what Neville said.
Gary Neville's incoherent apology reminded him of some unpleasant memories. He wanted to call out to him, but he didn't know what to say.
"Cris? What are you looking at?" Kaka saw Cristiano still standing there, so he walked over and called out to his lover.
He gently pinched Cristiano's neck, looked at Neville's back at the other end of the corridor, and frowned imperceptibly.
He had no prejudice against the Neville of this world, but he couldn't like this man.
He knew what the other Neville had said, and knew what a precious memory the time at Manchester United was for Cristiano. So when he saw him standing blankly in front of the black tombstone at the funeral in his previous life, he stood under the tree and thought with disgust that this person did not deserve to be at the funeral.
But he thought again, he was no longer qualified to make such a judgment.
"What did Neville come to talk to you about?" Kaka looked at Cristiano. His boy looked a little thoughtful and serious. Although such a serious look on his lover's face only made him feel more interesting and cute, he couldn't help but stretched out his hand to pinch Cristiano's cheek and asked softly.
"Nothing." Cristiano shook his head. "Some nonsense, probably from the alcohol."
He withdrew his inquiring gaze. He didn't want to pursue what Neville meant, nor did he want to think about the appearance of Neville in his previous life that he vaguely saw when he was celebrating. All of this was meaningless. This was the world before him.
He looked at Kaka, and suddenly felt a little lazy. He curled his eyes and said in a soft voice with a slight upward tone at the end, "I'm tired."
"Huh?" Kaka didn't react and subconsciously looked at Cristiano.
His boy stood behind him, put his arms on his shoulders, and whispered in his ear: "Carry me, Kaka."
Kaka laughed when he heard that. So that's how it was. He shook his head in amusement but bent down obediently: "Come up, Cris."
Cristiano also laughed softly and leaned on Kaka's shoulders.
The young Brazilian had broad and strong shoulders, and his natural skeleton was much wider than Kaka's. He pinched Kaka's shoulders with some envy, and whispered: "Do you know how much weight I need to gain to have broad shoulders like yours?"
"But you did it, you're very strong and have a beautiful body." Kaka said in a low voice and smiled.
Cristiano blinked, then smirked: "You think so too? It's really beautiful, huh?"
Kaka's ears turned slightly red, but he still nodded calmly.
Everyone has to admit that Cristiano had a perfect body at that time. His full, well-defined and fleshy muscles were evenly and appropriately distributed on every inch of his torso. The sweat was like a layer of olive oil on his naked body. Under the spotlight of the stadium, he was so charming that people could not take their eyes off him.
Kaka even thought that the reason the front row ticket prices for the games during that period were so high was entirely because of this relationship, and he had to pray to God for half an hour for this idea.
Dolores saw that her little son was carried back by Kaka. She couldn't help but feel amused and angry. She gently pinched Cristiano's ear and said, "What's going on? Bullying Kaka?"
"He just finished a game and was very tired." Kaka said. He turned his back slightly to avoid Dolores' hand and explained to her with a smile.
Cristiano grinned at his mother when he heard this.
Dolores noticed Kaka's little move, and seeing Cristiano's smug expression, she laughed angrily and shook her head: "There's nothing I can do about you two."
After the Champions League ended, the players had a relaxing and happy summer break.
Cristiano originally planned to move back to his newly renovated villa from Ferdinand's house, so that he could ask Ms. Dolores to come to Manchester to take care of Junior, and he could go on vacation with Kaka!
But Ferdinand dispelled his idea with one sentence: "Your villa has just been renovated. It's not good for Junior's health. You have to ventilate it."
This made sense, even though he had chosen the best paint, he couldn't take any chances, and it wouldn't hurt to wait a little longer, so Cristiano and Junior continued to stay at Ferdinand's house.
This also means that he and Kaka can no longer stay at home and be two happy little birds embracing each other.
Kaka saw the tiny Junior, who was always sleeping. This was different from his Luca, who was so energetic that he was almost experiencing mental breakdown.
"He always sleeps?" Kaka asked Cristiano.
Cristiano looked at Junior, who was lying on Ferdinand's shoulder with his eyes closed, and twitched the corner of his mouth.
This is hard to explain.
Ferdinand gave Kaka a fake smile, thinking to himself that the kid would definitely not like the Brazilian who took his papa away.
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The Premier League season awards were presented in June, with both Cristiano and Ferguson in attendance.
Ferguson won the honor of the best coach, while Cristiano incredibly won three Premier League player of the year awards!
Before this, he had been voted Player of the Year and Rookie of the Year by Premier League players, and now, he has been voted Player of the Year by Premier League fans again. This is the first time in history that all three Premier League Player of the Year awards have been awarded to the same player!
"After the turmoil of the World Cup, Cristiano Ronaldo was still elected the best player, which shows that the whole of England accepts and admires his personal skills and charm. We are all willing to give this honorary recognition to the player who has given his best performance on the England field." The chairman of the England Journalists Association said in an interview with reporters after the award ceremony.
Cristiano and Ferguson stood on the same award ceremony stage, the king of Old Trafford leading his little prince, each holding an award representing the highest honor of English football, standing under countless flash lights, bathed in countless applause and praises.
"I am only a small part of what coach Ferguson has accomplished," Cristiano said into the microphone that came close to him. "He is like my father in the football world. I will never forget everything he taught me. He is the best."
Ferguson looked at his little Portuguese with a smile on his face. He looked like an ordinary, amiable old man, not the blower who would roar and embarrass the players on the sidelines or in the locker room.
He said: "I am proud of Cristiano, he is my boy and will always be. He will achieve more than this, and what I want to say is that these achievements are inseparable from his personal talent and his efforts that are more than ordinary people."
"There are many talented players, but Cristiano's talent is incredible. You can see his heading ability, his left and right foot ability, his goals, his passes, his awareness, his nose and his football IQ. He is perfect."
"On the other hand, he has more talent than others, and he has paid twice or even three times the effort and self-discipline of others. This is the key to making him great and extraordinary. I am proud and lucky to have coached Cristiano, but I must say that most of his success comes from himself."
Cristiano was almost blushing from Ferguson's praise. He lowered his head and held the trophy, grinning foolishly. Giggs and Ferdinand, who were sitting in the audience, couldn't help laughing when they saw this, pointing at the boy on the stage and teasing him.
The Red Devils were dressed in smart black suits, which they rarely wear, and at first glance they looked like a row of male models. These English guys usually wear baggy casual trousers, and asking them to wear slim jeans is like asking them to die.
Cristiano made a quick face at his teammates who were laughing at him, and the spotlights in the audience flashed rapidly.
Keane stopped Giggs and the others from doing this: "Don't tease Ronnie, you're going to get filmed again."
"Don't worry, Ronnie, who won the Champions League, is now the darling of the English tabloids. Even if he makes a face at the awards ceremony, those people will not say anything bad. They will only praise him for being 'innocent and beautiful'. What's more, it's just a face, and it's quite cute." Neville said, and teased their iron-blooded captain.
This evaluation came from Keane's mouth without changing a word, and Keane was so angry that he gave him a heavy blow.
Neville smiled and looked at Cristiano on the stage, applauding the boy loudly.
Since the Champions League night, he felt like he was dreaming. He didn't remember what he dreamed about. He only remembered that when he woke up, his chest was filled with real sadness and grief.
When he saw Cristiano backstage at the awards ceremony, he suddenly realized that the feeling was directed at Cristiano. He felt puzzled, but couldn't find the source, so he had to suppress it.
Fortunately, Cristiano did not notice his abnormality, and they still played and joked like before, which made him feel much better.
Just like Cristiano said before, he would not consider transferring away until he won at least a Champions League for Manchester United, and now, he has achieved this goal, and even more than that, he won the Champions League Golden Boot and won four Premier League titles.
Mendes has received numerous offers, and everyone is looking forward to this young striker joining their team and bringing new vitality to them.
But Ferguson was not satisfied with any of these offers. 70 million euros, 86 million euros... These figures were indeed shockingly high, but not high enough, not enough to make him let go of his little Portuguese.
Real Madrid offered him the highest price - 100 million, but he scoffed.
No matter how high the price is, it cannot hide the fact that the other party has been eliminated in the round of 16 in the Champions League every year. He will not send Ronnie to that kind of club! He would rather choose Barcelona.
Barcelona is a good choice. If Ronnie wants to go to another league to see the new world, he will choose Barcelona for the other party.
But Cristiano is not in a hurry. If the birth of Junior had not disrupted his rhythm, he would have left Manchester United and gone to Real Madrid in this summer window after winning the Champions League.
——He wanted to see if he could now bring that shining galactic battleship back to glory from the dark years.
But now that he has Junior, a child who is not even one year old, he doesn’t think it’s a good idea for him to take a nearly three-hour flight to Spain with him.
Even though he knew Junior was not a real baby, but with the fever he had when he was teething, he knew that Junior's body needed careful and meticulous care just like a real child's. He thought about waiting until Junior was a little older or looked stronger.
On the other side, Kaka in Italy had the same thought. They now had children, and both Luca and Junior were too young.
"Countdown to the closing of the summer transfer window!... Five! Four! Three! Two! One! Cristiano Ronaldo is still staying at Manchester United! Red Devil Ronaldo!" All radio recordings and TV stations in England are paying attention to the final summer transfer window news. "At least one thing is certain, at least until the winter transfer window of next season, we still have Cristiano!"
AC Milan fans also breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. The plan to sell Kaka, which had been rumored since the end of the season, was finally shelved.
However, AC Milan’s financial situation is bad and all fans have noticed that there will always be the next player to be sold. Can AC Milan’s once shining glory be revived?
Shevchenko saw Kaka return to the training ground. He knew how close he and Kaka had been to leaving. He smiled and hugged Kaka: "I'm glad you're here too."
Gattuso smiled and put his arm around Shevchenko and Kaka's shoulders and said, "If you are sold, I will bring you back even on my bike."
Kaka laughed.
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