Chapter 172
Armani prepared a foolproof black suit for Cristiano and Kaka, and the brand team arrived at the Grand Chatelet Theatre in Paris with the latest clothing and accessories.
Cristiano was sitting in the dressing room backstage, having his makeup done by his makeup artist. Kaka hadn't arrived yet, so he was bored and went to bother Mendes.
The poor Portuguese agent was worried about the next award ceremony.
He has to consider all aspects. If Cristiano wins the award, what will he do? How many new offers from clubs will he have to deal with? He has to take care of the media, hoping that they will say more nice things about him, and he also has to deal with new business contacts...
If Cristiano didn't win the award, that would be even worse. He would still have to deal with the hapless people in the club, deal with the media, and hope that the media wouldn't gossip and ridicule him. He might even have to coax Cristiano...
His hair is almost falling out because of worrying about Cristiano! But Cristiano was still making fun of the striped socks on his feet!
Mendes shook his fist in warning at Cristiano, who was putting on makeup but laughing silently.
Damn it, he was just so nervous when he went out today that he accidentally took the wrong sock!
Yes, one.
On one foot he had on his impeccable black socks, and on the other he had on the red and green striped socks that Cristiano had given him for Christmas!
No wonder Cristiano laughed like that. If Mendes were to say, it was already a courtesy for the boy not to laugh like a pig.
"Sir, please pout your lips so I can put some lipstick on you." The makeup artist said helplessly to Cristiano, who was grinning. She couldn't put on lipstick properly at all!
Cristiano tried to suppress his smile when he heard this: "Oh ok, sorry, like this?"
He pursed his lips.
The makeup artist nodded with satisfaction, carefully applied a light color with a lip brush, and praised softly: "Your lips are very full, and the lip lines are very light. You have taken good care of them."
"Because I've been using very expensive lip balm." Cristiano raised his eyebrows happily at his makeup artist. "It always helps if you keep using it. I'll give you one, please don't refuse."
The makeup artist blinked in surprise, then couldn't help laughing: "Thank you so much, you are very generous."
"Take care of your work, ma'am, you deserve a little treat." Cristiano winked his left eye and gave the makeup artist a thumbs-up.
Mendes rolled his eyes slightly. Cristiano was committed to recommending his lip balm to everyone. He and his team each had one. But no one, he meant no one, could remember to reapply lip balm to their lips like Cristiano did.
This is probably why Cristiano's lips always look like they are covered in honey?
"Okay, Chris, come try on your clothes." Mendes called to Cristiano, who had already put on his makeup.
He looked at the suit he had been given. The black velvet lapels on both sides of his chest showed a touch of nobility. Upon closer inspection, the fabric was embroidered with inconspicuous dark patterns, which added a sense of layering to the all-black suit. It did not look dull and old-fashioned, and was more suitable for young people.
Mendes nodded slightly in satisfaction.
"I'll go see if Kaka has arrived. Just change your clothes and stay here and don't run around. Do you hear me?" He warned like a worried old father.
"Got it, Jorge." Cristiano pulled the corner of his mouth speechlessly, "Listen to what you say, do you sound like a kindergarten teacher?"
"That's fine, Chris, because you're as annoying as a kindergarten kid," Mendes shot back.
Cristiano: “…”
The staff around him tried hard to hold back their snickers.
Cristiano pouted.
Mendes looked at his watch and urged Cristiano to change his clothes quickly, while he went downstairs to pick up Kaka.
When the two came to the dressing room backstage together, Cristiano had just changed into a complete set of clothes and Armani staff were matching brooch accessories for him.
The black lapel is paired with a laurel leaf embellished with diamonds, which is both noble and eye-catching.
"Hey Kaka!" Cristiano grinned and raised his chin towards Kaka, like a proud and beautiful male peacock, "How do I look?"
"Great." Kaka answered without hesitation. The young man in front of him was wearing a well-fitting suit, as sharp as a sword out of its sheath, with a tall and straight figure. From any angle, he was as perfect as a Roman statue.
Cristiano smiled with satisfaction.
Kaka came closer and said, "I brought you something else."
As he spoke, he took out a square royal blue velvet box from his pocket and opened it for Cristiano. Inside lay a pair of small but extremely bright diamond earrings.
His lover loved diamonds, just as the dragon loved all things shiny.
When he was leaving the airport, he passed by a diamond jewelry store and happened to see the pair of earrings. The earrings were designed with small three-dimensional diamonds, which were very full and had beautiful colors. He almost immediately felt that this belonged to Cristiano.
"Is that why you are late?" Cristiano looked at Kaka, who happily tilted his head to show his new gift to his team.
"I'm glad I didn't miss anything important." Kaka smiled. He sat next to Cristiano, had his makeup done, and watched Cristiano put on his new earrings with a smile.
Mendes raised his eyebrows slightly and asked Kaka in a low voice: "How much does this cost?"
Kaka curled his eyes, looked at their agent with a smile, and did not answer.
Mendes knew that the price was high, and he muttered, "Aren't you two too close? It makes me jealous. I wish I had a friend who was willing to give me diamonds."
Cristiano and Kaka looked at each other and laughed. Cristiano put his arm around Mendes' shoulders and laughed, "Okay, Jorge, don't envy me. I will give you something too. You will get much more than diamonds."
"For example?" Mendes looked at Cristiano, not believing the Portuguese's sweet talk.
"For example, an island?" Cristiano thought about the gifts he had given to Mendes. He had given him various watches, pens, and luxury cars, but Mendes would probably prefer an exclusive uninhabited island that he could visit at any time.
Mendes choked and waved his hands, come on, that didn't sound credible, he knew he couldn't take it seriously!
Seeing this, Cristiano knew that Mendes didn't take it seriously, and he shouted, "Just wait and see."
Mendes tapped Cristiano's forehead with his finger and said, "Be quiet, Chris. Can't you learn to be as quiet as Kaka? The award ceremony is about to start. Give me some quiet time. I need to take a breath."
"Are you nervous?" This time Cristiano noticed it. He raised his eyebrows and looked at Mendes with amusement. "I'm not nervous, why are you nervous?"
Mendes didn't know what to answer for a moment. He even wondered how Cristiano could not be nervous?
He is the most competitive candidate for this year's Golden Globe Award!
It's like the feeling of knowing that you have got good grades and are waiting for the final admission letter. No one knows whether the final result will be the one you like.
"Relax Jorge, like I said a long time ago, I will get this award, there will be a first time, a second time, a third time, and more times, it will be mine sooner or later, even if it doesn't belong to me this time, I will do better next time." Cristiano smiled and said to his agent.
His tone was extremely confident, and at first it sounded arrogant and conceited. Mendes subconsciously looked over and met Cristiano's eyes, then realized that the boy was not conceited, he was just extremely sure of himself.
"He's always like this." Mendes turned to Kaka with amusement and helplessness and shrugged his shoulders.
Kaka looked at Cristiano intently and replied: "That's what makes Cristiano Ronaldo Cristiano Ronaldo."
Mendes paused and said nothing, which was considered as his tacit agreement.
The award ceremony officially started at nine o'clock in the evening, and Kaka and Cristiano entered half an hour in advance.
The two of them sat side by side, with Van Nistelrooy sitting on Cristiano's right. Pique sat a little far away, but he ran over to greet Cristiano before the ceremony started.
"How long have we not seen each other?" Pique hugged Cristiano tightly, grinning and gesturing on the top of Cristiano's head, "Oh, I seem to have grown a lot taller."
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Cristiano: “…”
Gerard Pique is always on the verge of being beaten.
"Cristiano." A French accent came from behind Cristiano.
Pique raised his chin slightly behind Cristiano and asked: "Which Frenchman do you know?"
Cristiano turned his head and looked over: "Hey Karim, you are here too, long time no see."
Pique felt that Cristiano's attitude towards the Frenchman was much more positive than towards himself, and he curled his lips.
"Gerrard, what are you doing standing here like a stake? You're blocking the traffic." The Spaniard joined in with blunt ridicule and sarcasm. Cristiano found that this place was really lively.
"Fuck you Sergio." Pique rolled his eyes at Ramos, then suddenly remembered something and said to Ramos with some pride, "This is my good friend Cristiano, you don't know him yet?"
Ramos looked at Pique with disdain, then squeezed past without any hesitation - he squeezed past a very tall figure, he didn't notice who it was, then squeezed past a somewhat handsome man, and finally squeezed smoothly between Pique and Cristiano.
He blocked Pique and greeted Cristiano happily: "Hey! Cristiano, it's great to meet you here, you look great!... Um, do you remember me?"
The Spaniard with long hair was very excited at the beginning, but became hesitant and unconfident towards the end. He didn't see much reaction from Cristiano, as if he was not familiar with him.
No way.
Cristiano noticed that his lover was pushed aside by Ramos, and he couldn't help but greet Ramos on the head: "Don't bump into others, Sergio."
"Oh." Ramos reacted, turned around and looked for it, then apologized half-heartedly to the Frenchman whom he had just pushed away.
Benzema: “…”
Kaka: “…”
Cristiano rolled his eyes.
"When did you two become so familiar with each other!?" Pike shouted unhappily.
Ramos is his national team teammate. He doesn't understand why Cristiano is so familiar with Ramos. It feels like his two good friends are hooking up behind his back and secretly going out to play without inviting him.
"It was just a perfect match," Ramos raised an eyebrow at Pique with a smirk.
Benzema didn't understand the lively Spanish conversation here. He even regretted coming to find Cristiano. He should have come when there were fewer people.
Cristiano was also annoyed by the two noisy Spaniards. He grabbed Benzema, walked around Pique and Ramos, and sat back in his seat: "Okay Karim, ignore them. By the way, I haven't congratulated you on winning the Ligue 1 Golden Boot yet."
Benzema paused: "...Oh, you paid attention?"
"I watch the news. It's on the front page, so I paid attention to it." Cristiano said matter-of-factly. He smiled. "Where are you going to sit later?"
Benzema pointed in a direction, and Kaka said, "Oh, that looks a bit far from us."
Benzema was silent for a moment, then said: "I just came over to say hello."
"I'm glad you came here. Let's take a photo?" Cristiano waved and took out his mobile phone. Kaka naturally put his arm around Cristiano's shoulders. Benzema frowned and was squeezed away uncomfortably, so he could only stand in a small corner of the picture.
Seeing this, Cristiano tilted the camera towards Benzema and pressed several shutter buttons in succession, hoping that there would be a photo that could be used.
"Great, I'll send it to you." Cristiano smiled with satisfaction. The three of them took out their mobile phones and posted a round of selfies on the social platform, while the first two Spaniards were still bickering, and the topic had long since evolved from Cristiano to something completely unrelated.
"Gentlemen, the ceremony has begun. Shouldn't you go back?" Fanny's cold voice interrupted the excitement here.
When the newcomers saw the cold-faced King of the Forbidden Zone standing behind them with full aura, they knew that they were blocking his way and they quickly slipped away. The effect was better than the headlights at the award ceremony.
Cristiano smiled with his eyes curved: "Luther, it has to be you."
Van Nistelrooy raised the corner of his mouth, he sat next to Cristiano, stretched out his hand and touched Cristiano's: "You are still the same, there are always a lot of people around you."
Cristiano raised his eyebrows: "Does that sound like a compliment to me?"
"Just take that as it is." Ruud laughed. He no longer maintained the aura of "keep away from strangers" that he had just directed at those guys. Instead, he leaned over and hugged Cristiano. "Long time no see, Ronnie."
Cristiano curled his eyes and rested his chin on Fanny's shoulder: "Long time no see."
Kaka happened to meet his Milan teammates. Maldini and Shevchenko came over together. Shevchenko raised his eyebrows and joked with Kaka: "Your little friend has met a lot of friends here."
Kaka nodded helplessly.
The award ceremony officially begins.
Cristiano is undoubtedly the player who has gained the most this year. He won the FIFA Team of the Year and the FIFA Team of the Year as a striker, the FIFA Team of the Year, the FIFA Team of the Year as a midfielder, the UEFA Team of the Year, the UEFA Team of the Year, the UEFA Team of the Year, the UEFA Player ...
And now, in the huge auditorium, passionate background music like a war song sounded.
"Let's welcome the winner of this year's Golden Globe Award!" the presenter said loudly.
The highlight recap videos of Ibrahimovic, Torres, Casillas and Leo Messi's seasons were projected on the big screen, with wonderful saves, dribbles and shots...
As a football hit the screen directly, the big screen broke into pieces with a special effect, and the music suddenly changed and became more and more high-pitched!
A figure appeared on the big screen, running nimbly on the green field, making one beautiful, powerful and tricky shot after another, pushing the atmosphere of the entire auditorium to the extreme!
"——Cristiano Ronaldo!"
Kaka sat up straight suddenly. He hugged Cristiano tightly with joy, and said quickly with his lips close to his lover's neck: "Cris! Congratulations! Go!"
Cristiano was stunned for a second, then quickly stood up. He took a deep breath and exhaled longly. He hugged Kaka back and lowered his head slightly to bury it in Kaka's shoulder, trying to calm the heat in his eyes. He didn't want to cry again, lest the Turk in the future show him the photos he saved as a child.
——However, what Cristiano didn't expect was that even if he held back this time, he cried so hard at the last Golden Boy Award. The little Turk, who had not yet grown into a 1.9-meter giant, had already saved the photos.
Cristiano walked onto the stage in two or three steps. Leo Messi was sitting right below him, and Buffon was sitting on his left.
Buffon winked at him and gave him a thumbs up.
Seeing this, Cristiano curled the corners of his mouth and nodded slightly to Buffon.
When Messi saw the Portuguese man who went up to receive the award looking at him and even smiling and nodding as if to say hello, he paused. Although he felt extremely uncomfortable, he could not refuse the Portuguese man's kindness. He clapped his hands and forced a smile.
Standing in the center of the award ceremony stage, Cristiano is the only protagonist tonight. His suit, his brooch, his earrings, watch, ring... each one of them embellishes the boy just right, making him look delicate and proud.
"So far! Cristiano, you are only 22 years old, but so far, you have won the Grand Slam in personal honors, right!?" The host exclaimed, "This is unbelievably young! It makes people jealous! This is definitely the youngest Grand Slam in the history of the Premier League! This is also the first and only World Footballer of the Year in the Premier League so far!"
"Cristiano, you are a rare midfielder who has won the Golden Ball in recent years. Congratulations! Cristiano, please say a few words." The host handed the microphone to Cristiano.
Cristiano took a deep breath, his eyes slightly red with excitement. He took the microphone, cleared his throat and spoke. The first sentence made everyone in the audience laugh: "First of all, boss, you can continue coaching. I won the Golden Ball."
Ferguson couldn't help but laugh and curse when he heard what the boy said.
"And then I want to thank everyone, my family, my coaches, my teammates, the fans, the media..."
In the next few days, all sports magazines were filled with front-page headlines about Cristiano holding the Golden Ball, while the protagonist had already returned to Manchester City in a low-key manner.
The whole of England was in a carnival. The Premier League finally had its own World Footballer of the Year. This was a big step in history. Cristiano was their first World Footballer of the Year! This is really a proud moment!
There is no winter break in the Premier League, and the Ballon d'Or winner who just won the award does not want to miss his next game.
"Are you a hard worker, Ronnie? If it were me, I would definitely seize this opportunity to give myself a game holiday and enjoy myself." Rooney stared at his friend in disbelief.
"So Ronnie is Ronnie, that's why he won the Ballon d'Or." Keane slapped Rooney on the head. "Go to training, Wazza."
Rooney shrank his neck. Apart from Ferguson, he was afraid of Keane, so he quickly slipped away.
Cristiano grimaced at Rooney's running back.
Keane looked at Cristiano and whispered, "There are some rumors recently. Are they true, Ronnie?"
Cristiano paused when he heard this. He knew what Keane was talking about. He had indeed received transfer offers in the winter window, and there were many teams willing to pay a high price for him, just like before - or maybe a little different, he won the Ballon d'Or, and those people were willing to spend money, as if the price they quoted was not money but orange peel. This was in 2008, far from the inflated false prices of 100 million or 150 million in later generations.
Mendes has been busy with these recently and he is not sure whether he will leave or not, it depends on all aspects.
"I don't know, Roy, but I will play well every time I play." Cristiano looked at his captain and punched his shoulder with his fist. "No matter what, you are the best captain I have ever met."
"Better than Figo?" Keane asked suddenly.
Cristiano choked: "... the best club-captain, don't compare with Luis, you are all my best captains, it's hard to tell who is better."
Keane smiled. He liked Cristiano's answer, which was not glib or witty.
He ruffled Cristiano's hair twice and said, "Go play football, kid. I'm just asking casually."
Cristiano responded and he let out a shallow breath.
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