Chapter 170
The closing of the summer transfer window means the start of the new season, and Manchester United got off to a good start with a 1-0 win in the pre-season Community Shield.
"Giggs scored with a long shot from a small angle outside the penalty area! Ronaldo made a wonderful pass! In the 70th minute of the second half, Manchester United finally broke the deadlock!"
"Congratulations to Manchester United for winning the Community Shield for two consecutive years!"
A successful start filled the entire Manchester United club with a lively and relaxed atmosphere, while on the contrary, the opening of Real Madrid seemed to be delayed.
At the beginning of the La Liga season, the four consecutive games without a win made the boos over Real Madrid deafening. Everyone knew that something was wrong, but no one knew where to start to solve it.
#In the previous life, I killed people and set fires. In this life, I will go to jail for watching Real Madrid#
#We need victory#
#Get out of here, Calderon! #
The president of Real Madrid stood in his high-level office, and his assistant knocked gently on his office door.
"Mr. Calderon, these are your letters," the assistant said softly, and then placed a tall stack of complaint letters on his desk.
Even if the complaint letters were not opened, he could still tell what was written inside. They were as giving him a headache as the Howler Letters in Harry Potter.
The dismal performances of several consecutive seasons and even the tragedy of Real Madrid failing to win any of the four major titles last season have made him suffer from the doubts of fans. Not only are there anger and impeachment from fans, but the club is also filled with pressure and negativity.
The entire Real Madrid has not tasted the fruits of a great victory for too long. The dullness of defeat always hangs over the players' heads. Even when they return to the training base for training, they will be surrounded by angry fans.
In November, the presidential election conference was held on time. Calderon stepped down and Florentino took over the baton and became the new president of Real Madrid.
As soon as Florentino took office, he immediately made his first major move - changing the coach.
Mourinho took to the field.
Real Madrid desperately need some proof.
Compared to the anxiety and tension on the Real Madrid side, Manchester United was much more relaxed. Although there were times when they lost games, they won more often.
Junior is already over one year old and they often go to Old Trafford to watch games together, or are taken to Carrington by Cristiano during training.
The little guy could walk a long time ago, and walked steadily. Rooney and his friends always liked to tease Junior, often walking in front with toys or food, beckoning the little guy to run to them, but Junior was often too lazy to even give them a look, and just pushed his walker and slowly went to find Cristiano.
"I often have the illusion that Junior thinks I'm too childish." Rooney covered his mouth and whispered to Alan, "Sometimes I think he is laughing at me and deliberately ignoring me."
Alan glanced at Rooney and said, "If you have this idea, it may not be Junior who is childish. You have to consider your own reasons."
After he finished speaking, he waved to Junior and said, "Come here, little one. I'll take you to find papa."
Upon hearing this, Junior immediately turned the walker around, stretched out his short legs, and ran towards Alan in small steps.
Alan bent down and picked up Junior. The little guy hugged Alan's neck and called Alan affectionately, then shouted softly, "Papa, find papa."
Alan weighed Junior gently: "Okay Junior, don't worry."
He curled his lips and looked at Rooney, who was muttering that Alan was cheating.
Alan ignored the unconvinced Rooney, turned around and carried the sweet and soft little Junior out, not forgetting to take the little guy's hat - although it was already December, the ultraviolet rays were still sufficient.
Alan casually put the light yellow baseball cap on Junior's head, and the little guy stretched his neck to look for Cristiano.
"Sit here and don't run around. Your father will come over when he finishes training. Do you understand?" Alan put Junior under the rest shed on the sidelines. He bent down and looked at Junior, and said lightly.
Junior nodded and grinned at Alan to thank him.
Alan raised his eyebrows slightly and pinched the little guy's soft face: "You and your father really look alike."
It looks very similar in a pleasing way.
He smiled, then turned around and went back to training.
After Cristiano finished today's training, he walked to the sidelines, picked up a towel, and waved to Junior, who was sitting on a chair and kicking his feet obediently: "Junior!"
Junior's eyes lit up, and he immediately slid down from the chair with his little butt sticking out. As soon as his short legs touched the ground, he swung them as fast as he could and ran towards Cristiano: "Papa!"
Cristiano squatted down with a smile, hugged Junior tightly, and then pretended to be knocked down, cried "Ah!" and fell on his back, hugging Junior and falling on the lawn: "My Junior has grown up again!"
Junior lay on Cristiano's chest, grinning.
Usually after the players have finished their training, Cristiano will take Junior back to the lawn, give the little guy a ball, and let Junior play however he wants.
The ball hit Junior's knee high. Junior kicked it staggeringly and clumsily, which made Cristiano laugh. He hadn't seen Junior like this for a long time.
Junior felt embarrassed by the laughter, so he stopped and looked at Cristiano with his face slightly puffed up. Seeing this, Cristiano immediately stopped laughing and went over to kiss his little baby.
"My Junior will definitely be one of the best strikers." Cristiano smiled and lifted the little guy up, "Let's play for a while."
Junior was easily coaxed into playing. He liked to kick the ball to Cristiano, who would then act as goalkeeper for Junior. Sometimes Ferdinand and Van der Sar would join in and play with Junior.
Ferguson didn't say anything when he saw it, and even joked with Queiroz next to him, saying that the child would become a good football player sooner or later, as he had so many good players who had won championships as his sparring partners at such a young age.
"If this kid wants to play football, he has to come to Manchester United's youth team. He has to be ours," Ferguson said.
Cristiano laughed out loud: "Boss, it's still too early. Junior is just over one year old."
"It's not too early. If it's any later, even Junior might be snatched away by other clubs." Ferguson raised his eyebrows and looked at his number seven.
Cristiano touched his nose and couldn't help laughing: "Boss..."
"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. Are you planning to take Junior with you to the next game? The two little ones from Keane's family will go together, but what about this one from yours?" Ferguson changed the subject.
He was in a bad mood when he thought of the Spaniard who had been pestering him recently. He waved his hand and looked at Junior and asked.
The next one is the Club World Cup, hosted by Japan.
Cristiano shook his head: "It's too far, he should stay here, my mother will come and take care of Junior."
Ferguson nodded upon hearing this.
Junior hugged Cristiano's calf and pouted unhappily.
Although he liked to take advantage of the small and cute body and could act coquettishly with his father without restraint, he also hated that this body was too small and could not be taken with his father wherever he went, like before.
The venue of the Club World Cup is Yokohama International Stadium, and Manchester United's main players arrived at their destination one day in advance on a special plane.
Cristiano was carrying his luggage while answering the phone.
Cristiano didn’t expect the first call he would receive would be from Ms. Dolores asking for help.
Dolores said the little one started crying when he woke up and didn't find Cristiano.
This would be normal for other children, but Cristiano knew that his Junior would not be sad for such a reason. However, he had no way to ask clearly, so he could only comfort him: "Hey Junior, why are you crying? Little men should not cry easily. You should learn from your father."
Neville walked past Cristiano, burst out laughing when he heard what he said, and then was kicked in the butt by their number seven in anger.
"You can't blame me for this!" Neville yelled in grievance, shouting to his teammates, "Listen to yourselves, is this reasonable?"
He leaned closer to Cristiano's phone and said, "Junior, listen to me. You can learn everything from your father, but don't learn to control your tear glands, okay?"
Cristiano pushed Neville's head away in disgust: "Nonsense, Gary, everything you said is nonsense! Junior will not pay attention to you!"
Junior, who was still sobbing on the other end of the phone, listened to Cristiano's voice, which was full of energy and a little bit of exasperation. He wiped away his tears silently. Occasionally, it was nice to listen to the words of an adult other than his father.
He still didn't like the feeling of not being able to be with Cristiano. He wanted to see his father as soon as he opened his eyes, and he wanted Cristiano to be the first to hug him, kiss him and comfort him after he woke up from a nightmare.
Junior pouted, tears hanging from his long eyelashes, just like his father's, but he stopped sobbing. Having one crying man in the family was enough.
After the call with Dolores, the next call was from Kaka.
Ferdinand saw that Cristiano didn't even have time to change hands to hold the luggage. He rolled his eyes and took the remaining two bags for Cristiano.
"I don't understand why you make so many calls," he said, flicking his finger on Cristiano's head.
Cristiano shrank his neck, made a face at Ferdinand, raised his face and raised his eyebrows proudly: "Who told me to be likable?"
Keane glanced at Cristiano and shook his head helplessly and amusedly: "Okay, Ronnie, keep your chin down and look down at the road."
A low laugh also came from Cristiano's phone, which made Cristiano's ears hot. He cleared his throat and tried to suppress a little pride.
"It seems that the journey is not very tiring." Kaka smiled on the phone.
"No, Kaka, my butt and legs are falling apart," Cristiano retorted.
Rooney now interjected: "Come on Ronnie, your butt and legs are still well pressed below your waist."
After he finished speaking, he patted it.
Cristiano glared at Rooney, who grinned: "See, feeling pain means you're fine."
"Can't you just let me finish a casual phone call?" Cristiano muttered, and then he jogged with his phone and suitcase, and only stopped when he was out of the range of his annoying teammates.
"A bunch of annoying English people." Cristiano muttered, but there was a low laugh in his voice.
"But you like them." Kaka smiled.
He was dressed in black and had a black baseball cap. The last game before the winter break had ended and he had started his vacation early. He was standing behind a wall pillar in a corner with a smile in his eyes.
"Honey, but I like you the most." Cristiano squinted his eyes, covered his mouth and whispered into the microphone, then he laughed, with fine laugh lines at the corners of his eyes.
Kaka's smile grew wider unconsciously, and he said gently, "In that case, Cris, you deserve a reward. Turn around."
"What? Wait, you're here?!" Cristiano was stunned for a moment, then turned around subconsciously, but didn't see Kaka, so he turned again.
"Cris, you turned back again..." Kaka suppressed his laughter and called out to the boy who seemed too active, "Look at your three o'clock direction."
"Can't you just walk up behind me and pat my shoulder?" Cristiano looked down at his watch, and then finally saw Kaka hiding inconspicuously in the crowd. He smiled and resisted the urge to run over.
"See you at the hotel, Cris."
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