Chapter 179
"Modric made a high cross and Ronaldo headed the ball!! GOOOOOOAL!!"
"Ronaldo shot from a small angle outside the penalty area! The ball went in! Real Madrid is leading!"
"Ronaldo!! Withstood the pressure from the Sevilla defender and squeezed inside to create space!! Shoot directly!!"
"This goal!! It was completely created by Ronaldo's personal ability! It has a very personal touch to it!"
“…”
Game after game, Cristiano made no secret of his goal-scoring ability, and he brought goals to the team at a high efficiency for five consecutive games, leaving even the extremely picky Mellington speechless.
As the match schedule progresses, the Champions League group stage has officially been added to Real Madrid's match schedule.
"In the last round of the Champions League group stage, Real Madrid will play against Zurich. If Real Madrid wins this game, they will qualify for the Champions League knockout stage as the first in the group! How far Real Madrid can go in the Champions League this year, I believe everyone is looking forward to it!"
Dozens of media outlets were standing by the stadium, broadcasting the action live.
Raul loudly encouraged his teammates in the locker room: "We want to qualify as the first in the group. I believe we can take this first place. Let's go when we are ready!"
Ramos excitedly let out a strange cry: "Let's go!"
He pressed on Cristiano's back, one arm around Chris' neck and the other around the smaller Croatian, "Hey, let's go!"
He dragged his two teammates upstairs without saying a word, and the narrow stairwell was immediately blocked by three people.
Modric rolled his eyes, muttered "idiot" under his breath, then nimbly squeezed out from between the two tall guys and quickly ran up the player tunnel.
"Luka can't wait," Ramos said.
"You pushed him away," Cristiano retorted.
"No, it must have been smoked away by your hair spray." Ramos immediately started a quarrel, "Sooner or later, I will confiscate your hair spray."
Cristiano immediately glared at him: "Don't mess with my hairspray, Sergio, or your wardrobe will be in trouble."
Ramos grabbed Cristiano's gel-covered head and made a face: "Sese can do whatever he wants."
Cristiano: “…”
The fist hardened.
He immediately turned to look for Kaka and pointed at Ramos: "Is he too much? He actually wanted to touch my hair gel."
Kaka heard this and said, "Then I'll buy you another one."
Cristiano grinned with satisfaction.
Ramos: "...Don't go too far."
This time it was Cristiano's turn to make faces at him.
Casillas squeezed through the crowd and slapped each of the three young men: "It's time to play, young men, take your mind off the hair gel! Sergio Ramos, don't miss the ball! Do you hear me?"
"Sese is very reliable." Ramos replied.
Casillas: “…”
Cristiano gave a fake smile and ran into the player tunnel right behind the Croatian.
The caddies were already in place, and Cristiano held the caddie's hand and walked out of the aisle with the team.
The two teams stood in the center of the field. Cristiano breathed a sigh of relief, and noticed from the corner of his eye that the little guy standing in front of him was looking up at him diligently.
He looked down at the sight, and the caddy immediately gave him a big, bright smile and whispered, "Ronaldo."
"Hmm." Cristiano curled the corners of his mouth. He stretched out his finger to hook the caddy's round and soft chin, and smiled with his eyes curved.
The caddy standing in front of Kaka was also looking over. The little guy looked like he was very nervous standing in front of two superstars for the first time. He kept swallowing his saliva, and his expression was so tense and serious that he didn't look like a child at all.
Cristiano's silent smile became more obvious when he saw this. He restlessly teased the little caddy in front of Kaka, which made Kaka look over at him a few more times.
"Cris." Kaka called Cristiano jokingly.
"Help him relax." Cristiano put his hand on the boy's shoulders, pinched the boy's tense shoulders a few times, and said with a smile, "Look, he's almost turned into stone. He will definitely have a sore back when he goes back."
Kaka shook his head helplessly, covered his mouth and said to his lover with a teasing smile: "Eager to help others?"
"Yeah." Cristiano smiled and bent down to look at the two caddies in front of him. Seeing that the two children's faces were obviously more smiling, he pinched the two boys' cheeks with satisfaction, "Well, they look great now."
The camera on the field moved in front of Cristiano, who was whispering to Kaka with his hands covering his mouth. Seeing this, he immediately stopped talking and stood straight, looking straight ahead, as if the people who were chatting with their heads against each other just now were not them.
"The game begins! Real Madrid challenges Zurich away! The starting lineup is still Ronaldo, Kaka, Benzema..."
The referee blew the whistle to start the game and Real Madrid took the first kick-off.
Cristiano and Benzema were at the front, repeatedly attacking Zurich's goal. Within ten minutes of the start of the game, each of them had two shots, but they were all blocked by the opponent's defender or goalkeeper.
"Opportunity! Zurich stole the ball and launched a quick counterattack! Real Madrid's defense needs to retreat faster!" The commentator took a deep breath and leaned forward slightly nervously.
Pepe clearly accelerated from the right side towards the Zurich player who was chasing the ball. He flew forward without hesitation and made a tackle, leaving a dark scratch on the grass with his whole body.
The ball was neatly tackled and he quickly got up, patted his jersey, looked back at his teammates calmly, and gestured to them to position themselves more tightly.
"Pepe resolved this counter-robbery crisis!! Very beautifully!!"
Mourinho stood in the coaching booth and watched with a solemn look, his gaze swept coldly over several defenders. Ramos shuddered suddenly and then ran quickly.
"So far in the game, Real Madrid has had much more ball possession than Zurich and has had many shots on goal, but they have still not been able to break the 0-0 deadlock. I wonder in which minute of the game the turning point will come?!" The commentator spoke quickly.
Cristiano slowly jogged and exchanged glances with Pepe not far away. Soon, the ball returned to Real Madrid.
Ramos, Marcelo and Pepe slowly pulled the ball back and forth, gradually pushing deeper into the opponent's midfield.
"Zurich's defense is very tight, and it is difficult to penetrate the middle. The ball has been looking for a chance to break through in the midfield..." The commentator explained as he looked at the game situation in front of him.
Modric and Guti tried to find some chances in the midfield, but to little avail.
"Ronaldo suddenly retreated to the midfield and signaled to his teammates!"
"Pepe passes the ball directly to Ronaldo! Ronaldo gets the ball! The two players in front of Zurich are both pressing forward!"
After getting the ball, Cristiano jogged along the sideline, his eyes fixed on the two defenders who were blocking him in front of him. His nimble and slender legs wrapped in white socks were exchanging the ball left and right so quickly and dazzlingly, as if he was dancing a passionate Latin dance.
The defender in front of him was closing in on him, growing impatient with his fancy bicycle moves, which was exactly what Cristiano wanted to observe.
He suddenly took a big step forward to the left, dribbled the ball through the opponent's legs, and then quickly pressed forward. Like a sharp sword shot from a bow, he instantly tore open the situation in the midfield that seemed to be imprisoned and stagnant!
"Ronaldo returned to midfield to help the team break the deadlock!!!"
"After he came to Real Madrid, he has been playing as a left winger. He scores goals like a robot! So much so that everyone has forgotten that he was once a talented midfielder who won the Ballon d'Or and the World Footballer of the Year as a midfielder!!"
"Ronaldo made a long pass! Benzema and Kaka both sped up! The arc of this long pass was very good! The speed and strength were just right, and it landed at Benzema's feet! Incredible spatial vision!"
The commentator shouted in surprise. This was the best scoring opportunity created by Real Madrid in the past 70 minutes!
"Benzema got the ball and had a one-on-one chance!! What a great opportunity!! Benzema has scored two goals for Real Madrid since joining the team. His performance is not satisfactory and he must be under a lot of pressure..."
"I slightly adjusted the angle of my shot in front of the door!"
“Shoot it straight at the goal!! — What a pity! The ball hit the crossbar and flew out! Just a little bit short!!”
"It's a bit of an angle issue, otherwise it would still be very threatening." The commentator said as if to make amends.
Benzema missed the one-on-one chance that was almost certain to win. He trotted two steps to cushion the attack, and heard the sudden boos in his ears. He stopped with his hands on his head in annoyance.
Cristiano also ran a few steps to Benzema's side, his eyes first found Kaka. His lover was breathing slightly, with no expression on his face. The 70-minute long run had made him exhausted, and the offensive opportunity that was lost was very likely their best one in the entire game.
And now they have lost this great opportunity to take the lead.
Kaka couldn't make any expression. He nodded slightly to Cristiano and walked aside, panting.
Cristiano lowered his hands and gently touched Kaka's palms. The two exchanged glances and then parted ways.
He walked to the side of Benzema, who looked annoyed, and gently bumped him with his shoulder: "Karim, hey, relax."
"Chris." Benzema put down his hand and looked over. He exhaled, "I screwed up."
"Everyone can mess up, and we still have time." Cristiano raised his hand and held Benzema's head. The Frenchman's short stubble was a little prickly, like a kiwi. He lowered his head and touched the other's forehead. "Don't be discouraged, Karim, you are very good, you are one of the best shooters in France, remember what I said?"
Benzema paused. Of course he remembered, but he was not so sure now. He saw Cristiano, who was like an insurmountable mountain standing right in front of him.
He should be jealous, but four months had passed and he had gradually suppressed the jealousy in his heart - although a little spark would still pop up occasionally, when he saw that the other team scored in almost every game, his jealousy turned into submission and pressure.
He took a deep breath and whispered, "I remember, Chris, but I'm not sure. Maybe I shouldn't wear this number. It seems to be cursed."
Cristiano twitched his lips. Benzema took over the jersey of the previous No. 11 jersey holder, Robben. It seemed that few players had ever been successful wearing the No. 11 jersey. Although no one mentioned this in the locker room, such jokes were often heard on the Internet.
"I don't believe in these things, Karim. The ball is at our feet. We control it, not fate." Cristiano patted Benzema's face. He spoke quickly and left quickly after he finished speaking.
Benzema paused, he didn't say anything else, he lowered his head and rubbed his face a few times and adjusted himself.
"Benzema has been slow to get into form this season and has not shown the scoring momentum that makes him the top scorer in Ligue 1. It's a pity that he missed the chance when he had a one-on-one opportunity," said the guest in the broadcast room.
"Ronaldo can retreat to the midfield and contribute his abilities to the midfield breakthrough, bringing opportunities to the team, but the problem is, when Ronaldo retreats to the midfield, who will be the terminator on the offensive end? At present, Benzema cannot be the terminator, and Ronaldo cannot always organize the attack in the midfield and then quickly press forward to finish the shot." The commentator nodded and analyzed, and he bent his index finger and tapped the table——
"After 70 minutes of play, Real Madrid seemed to be struggling in this match."
Mourinho exercised his right to make substitutions in the 75th minute and made some lineup adjustments and changes.
He stood at the edge of the coaching booth and shouted at his players, his face flushed as if he was arguing. He roared at Kaka and others to be more aggressive when the team stole the ball and made a quick counterattack.
"Faster! Sharper! I want you to be like sword edges, not like a few dumb walls!" Mourinho roared, wishing he could rush forward himself, but was immediately warned by the linesman.
Cristiano was breathing heavily. He ran past Kaka. His lover had a gloomy face and pursed his lips tightly. He didn't say anything, but just patted the other's waist.
In the 87th minute, the score was still at 0-0. The whole stadium gradually became agitated, with all kinds of boos rang out.
"Raul's pass! This pass was so sudden! The opponent's defender hadn't reacted yet! Ronaldo quickly moved forward and received Raul's pass!"
"Ronaldo speeds up and tries to dribble the ball into the penalty area!"
"The players in Zurich's penalty area haven't arrived yet. If Ronaldo gets in, the goal will be in real danger!"
"Tactical foul!!! Ronaldo was tripped! Facing Ronaldo's strong breakthrough, Zurich can only use tactical foul to prevent the opponent from breaking into the penalty area! A free kick!"
The broadcasting media on the field were all excited: "In the 87th minute of the game! Real Madrid won a free kick in the frontcourt! Although the position is a little far, the angle is very good! It is within the range of Ronaldo's free kick!"
"Since joining Real Madrid, Ronaldo has yet to show his free kick skills to the fans! Maybe this is a great opportunity?!"
Cristiano took the ball from Raul, opened his mouth and took a deep breath, kissed the ball deeply and then placed it on the positioning spot.
His teammates formed a human wall, and Cristiano slowly stepped back one step, two steps... as if he was measuring some distance.
"As expected, it's Ronaldo who's taking the penalty! He's in the classic preparation posture for a free kick!! Ready!" The commentator leaned forward excitedly, staring at the game screen.
Cristiano arched his body slightly, his back muscles bulging into a beautiful and explosive arc——
He jogged a few steps, then suddenly pushed his foot onto the ground and shot directly at the goal with his right foot!
The ball suddenly rose high up at an unparalleled angle, quickly passed the highest point of the human wall, and rushed to the front of the goal. Immediately the next second, the ball, which was still at the highest point, suddenly fell down under the goalkeeper's nose!
The black and white elf's erratic route in the air caught the goalkeeper off guard! Almost in the blink of an eye, the ball slammed into the net! The force was so great that the camera standing behind the net was knocked hard and fell to the ground!
“The ball goes in—!!!!”
"Ronaldo scored a direct free kick!!! The ball fell straight into the net!!! Ronaldo gave Real Madrid a one-goal lead in the final countdown!!!"
"This is also the first free kick Ronaldo has scored since joining Real Madrid!! It's the first time he showed his free kick skills to the audience!! Beautiful!! Like a rocket!!"
Cristiano roared as if to vent his anger, turned to the audience, raised his arms high and waved them heavily. The 87 minutes of dissatisfied boos from the audience came to an abrupt end, and loud cheers broke out immediately!
Kaka strode towards him, excitedly jumped onto Cristiano's waist, and kissed Cristiano's ear hard: "Cris! You did it! Great! We are ahead!"
Cristiano narrowed his eyes, caught Kaka with one hand, and opened the other hand to welcome Marcelo and Pepe who were running over. His teammates jumped up happily.
Benzema breathed a sigh of relief, jumped higher than anyone else, and happily pressed himself on Cristiano.
If they draw in this game, they will fall to second place in the group due to the disadvantage of goal difference. If their luck is worse in the knockout stage, they may directly meet Juventus or Bayern, the first place in the next group, in the round of 16... He will be drowned by the fans' spit!
And now, Cristiano scored this winning goal which almost determined the outcome of the game, so his previous missed chance on a one-on-one opportunity would be weakened accordingly, and perhaps few people would care!
Except Mourinho.
Benzema thought to himself, feeling relieved but also unable to help but shrink his neck.
"The game is over! Congratulations to Real Madrid for winning the group with a score of 1-0! They are entering the knockout stage of the Champions League!"
As the referee blew the whistle, Cristiano lay on his back on the grass exhausted. He was so tired that he didn't even want to lift a finger. His heat map in this game might be all over every corner of the stadium.
——This requires him to run much more than when he was at Manchester United. The boss would not let him track back, but here, he has to do everything and do it to the best of his ability.
Cristiano was panting, he opened his eyes, tilted his head slightly and looked for Kaka lazily.
Kaka ran over and pressed on Cristiano with a smile. He lowered his head and fixed his gaze on his lover's face. His eyes were red from the kicks, his face was covered with sweat, and his nose and lips were wet.
He pressed his head into the crook of Cristiano's neck and god knew he was almost kissing him.
The surging adrenaline made people impulsive. Kaka took a deep breath and sniffed the body fragrance sprayed on his lover's neck. It was as sweet as candy. He couldn't help but close his arms.
Marcelo and Ramos also rushed up with a smile, pressing on the two men like a pyramid: "Are you ready? Chris! Kaka! We are going to play the next game!"
"Of course!" Cristiano's voice came out muffled from the bottom.
He closed his hands on Kaka's waist, and with the help of his teammates, he embraced his lover openly, sharing the excitement and excitement of the moment.
This year they will definitely break the sad curse.
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