Chapter 181
Just as Raul said, the next day, the Spanish sports newspapers printed the two Portuguese players Cristiano and Mourinho on their front page headlines -
[No comment!] Mourinho refuses to discuss player issues
[Ronaldo rudely interrupted the reporter's question, revealing the arrogance of a superstar]
[Good news!] Real Madrid advances to the Champions League knockout stage as group leader]
[Real Madrid was in a tough battle against Zurich, Ronaldo scored the winning free kick in the 87th minute]
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Cristiano was not surprised at all that this news was on the front page of the news. He quickly washed up and took Kaka to have breakfast downstairs in the hotel.
"I like their lavender honey cheese." Cristiano recommended to Kaka, picking up a piece and stuffing it on Kaka's plate, "Dip it in fruit vinegar, you will like it."
Kaka paused when he heard this and said, "Dip it in fruit vinegar?" He hesitated for a moment, but finally did not reject Cristiano's proposal. He would give it a try and leave it to the end.
"Ha, our arrogant Portuguese superstar is actually a caring little strawberry who will pick up cheese for his teammates in private." Ramos' voice came from behind Cristiano and Kaka. He came closer with his own plate, "Sese wants that too, Cristiano."
Cristiano's eyelids twitched: "What little strawberry, Sergio, speak properly."
Ramos had just learned from Pepe last night about Cristiano's nickname in the national team. He laughed in the room for half an hour. When he woke up in the morning and saw the news headlines pushed online, he immediately couldn't help but run out to stand out.
Pepe stood next to Ramos and twitched his mouth when he heard this.
Damn Ramos, he promised not to shout that out. He knew that this guy couldn't be trusted.
Cristiano glared at his friend, and Pepe immediately raised his hands with an innocent look on his face.
God knows last night Ramos teased him that Cristiano always looked like he had been crying after every game, with red eyes, as if someone had bullied him. In order to clear the name of his national team captain, Pepe warned Ramos that it was just a personal physical problem. Cristiano was like this everywhere and it had nothing to do with crying. Their national team teammates all called him Little Strawberry.
Then Ramos seemed to have his funny bone poked and couldn't stop laughing.
Little strawberry.
Ramos swore he was dreaming about a strawberry field.
Cristiano narrowed his eyes and said to Ramos: "Open your palm, clench your fist, and open it again."
Ramos stretched out his right hand upon hearing this, and subconsciously clenched and unclenched his fist following Cristiano's command. Then he saw the Portuguese in front of him stuffing the chopsticks into his hand.
Cristiano smirked and said, "It seems you can still control your hands, so do it yourself, Sergio."
Ramos: “…” So this is why he was asked to do that set of moves. Damn, he looks like an idiot.
Marcelo and his companions, who were originally curiously watching what was going on here, burst into laughter when they saw this: "Hahahaha, this is good, Cristiano!"
Casillas laughed so hard that tears came out of his eyes: "Oh my God, Chris, hahahahahaha, you are so hateful hahahaha——"
"Brother, you look like an idiot." Pepe held back his laughter, patted Ramos on the shoulder, and then carried his Portuguese captain away from Ramos' counterattack range.
The Croatian also laughed softly, picked up his plate and left quickly. He sat at Cristiano's table, as if he would be infected with stupidity if he got closer to Ramos.
Ramos waved the chopsticks and yelled, "That's not the way you put cheese for Kaka!"
"If it were me, I wouldn't compare myself to Kakabi, my friend." Marcelo shrugged and walked past Ramos. "Even the media who like to gossip now know to avoid picking faults with the other person in front of these two people. Is your relationship with Cristiano so good?"
Ramos paused and muttered in disbelief: "...Is it so exaggerated?"
He didn't pay much attention to the news reports about Cristiano and Kaka. At most, he paid attention to Cristiano's news for a while.
Marcelo rolled his eyes. As Kaka's national team teammate, he had every right to speak: "Yes. Absolutely."
Ramos turned to Van Nistelrooy and asked in disbelief: "Really?"
Ruud raised his eyelids and pulled the corner of his mouth with a forced smile: "You have eyes, observe for yourself. Of course, in my opinion, the media have indeed learned their lesson. They may have criticized Ronnie in front of Kaka before, but now, they dare not criticize Ronnie in front of Ferdinand and others."
After the post-match interview after England's match against Portugal in the World Cup, few reporters would be willing to say anything in front of the big brothers of Manchester United. Everyone knows how "outrageous" the other side's answers can be.
Ramos paused after hearing this, then muttered in confusion, "...How many friends does this guy have?"
Van Nistelrooy glanced at Ramos and said: "Sergio, it's not about how many friends he has."
"Hmm?" Ramos raised his eyes. "What do you mean?"
Van Nistelrooy didn't explain any more. He thought he shouldn't say more and it wasn't appropriate for him to say that. He patted Ramos on the shoulder and walked away with his plate.
Ramos clicked his tongue. The Dutch always like to say half and hide the other half, unlike the Spanish.
——The Spanish are linguistic giants and they talk too much.
After returning to Madrid, post-match review was naturally put on the agenda first.
They are not afraid of problems; they are only afraid of not being able to find the problems.
Real Madrid performed quite well in the first half of the season. Their results in the league table are not bad, and their performances in the King's Cup and the Champions League have not been too bad so far.
The superstar effect is significant. Cristiano's new jersey has brought amazing profits to Real Madrid this season. In just half a season, the sales of the jersey have broken the sales record so far, and the speed of breaking this record is still rising rapidly.
In such a comparison, Real Madrid's purchase of Cristiano for a sky-high transfer fee of over 100 million does not seem to be so "expensive". His jersey sales alone are enough to offset these expenses for the club, not to mention the goals and victories he brought to the team.
Similarly, Kaka, another player who joined the club with the halo of the Ballon d'Or, also saw his jersey sales soar.
Sponsors poured in with the joining of Cristiano and Kaka. Mourinho hated these sponsors that took up their training time, but he had to acquiesce and cooperate with the activities of these sponsors.
"Go-karts? A car giveaway from a sponsor? Asking my players to wear those ridiculous racing suits to compete? They're not racing drivers!" Mourinho almost screamed.
Florentino nodded decisively, "They are sponsors. They want your entire team to be there, so you have to go. Where do you think the money for our facilities, medical team, and your salaries comes from?"
Mourinho: “…”
When the locker room knew they were going to go kart racing, everyone became excited. This was much more enjoyable than staying in the base to review and repeat boring training.
"Hey, go-kart is my strong point!" Cristiano's eyes lit up, "I have won first place before! Just wait and see! The prize of this competition must belong to me."
Ruud van Nistelrooy sneered when he heard this: "You mean the go-kart race you had at Manchester United? That was Neville's decision."
Because they all knew that if Cristiano lost, they would have to send someone to coax him, and coaxing a curly-haired puppy who lost a game is more difficult than winning the game.
"Nonsense, Luther, I won that." Cristiano retorted, crossing his arms and showing a fighting spirit, "This time I'll show you how I won."
Ruud grinned when he heard that. He pulled Cristiano's face and raised his eyebrows: "Then I'll wait and see, Ronnie, but one thing is, don't cry if you lose."
Cristiano: “…”
Ramos laughed. "What? You're going to cry if you lose in karting, Ronnie?"
"Why are you calling me Ronnie?" Fanny frowned and glanced at Ramos, then waved his arm and pushed Ramos away.
Ramos yelled in a low voice: "Why can't you shout? Isn't that how you always shout? Sese has to shout too."
Van Nistelrooy: “…” Why are the Spanish so annoying?
Cristiano rolled his eyes and loudly clarified himself: "First of all, I'm not going to cry! This is ridiculous! I'm not going to cry over a go-kart race!"
"Secondly, I will win!" Cristiano looked at Ramos and Van Nistelrooy and snorted.
The karting sponsor event was scheduled for two days later, and a bus carrying Real Madrid superstars went to the karting club.
Mourinho curled his lips, hugged his chest and sat in the car, listening to the excited and noisy discussions of the group of players. They were mainly discussing the final car giveaway, where the winner would get a brand new Ferrari.
He really wanted to roll his eyes. Did this group of people need a Ferrari? Oh, if that's necessary, then bring him a Champions League, the prize money will be enough for them to buy a new car.
Mourinho hadn't originally planned to come. As a coach, there was no need for him to attend such a sponsorship event, but Mendes - his and Cristiano's common agent - asked him to be there as well, because damn it, Mendes had gotten work for both him and Cristiano.
Mourinho looked at Cristiano who was sitting by the window. The young man looked eager to try and couldn't wait to get off and drive a few laps in the go-kart.
Fortunately, his joys and sorrows were different from those of the Portuguese man.
Seeing this, he clicked his tongue and pulled his hat to cover his face, thinking to himself that he had nothing better to do than to come here and cooperate. He would rather sleep a few more hours, as sleep and physical health were more important than anything else.
As soon as the bus stopped, Cristiano pulled Kaka to change into racing driver's uniforms. The red and white racing driver's uniforms made both of them look tall and straight with long legs, making Cristiano look left and right in front of the full-length mirror with satisfaction.
"Okay Cristiano, you look great, stop fiddling with the mirror, you've been looking at it for seven minutes!!" Casillas pushed Cristiano out of the locker room, feeling both amused and helpless.
He knew that the boy spent time fixing his hair and applying his perfume—oh, body spray, Cristiano corrected him—before a race, but he hadn't known that even before a go-kart race, Cristiano would spend so much time admiring his reflection in the mirror!
If you ask him, once the helmet is put on, only a pair of eyes are exposed on the entire face. How can he recognize a ghost?
Cristiano put his arm around Kaka's shoulders and grinned: "This color really suits me, right Kaka?"
"Of course." Kaka nodded and smiled. Cristiano suits red, as brilliant as red, and he also suits white, as the jersey of the gods is white.
The sponsor's event competition is divided into preliminaries and finals. The first group of the preliminaries is composed of Spanish players, while the second group is composed entirely of foreign players. Cristiano and Kaka are in the second group.
The two groups in the preliminaries will select the top four fastest runners to enter the final round.
Cristiano observed the track carefully, covering his mouth and whispering to Kaka. He was thinking about the strategy for overtaking the car later, which corner would be easiest to overtake, and where he should be careful not to be blocked by his partner.
——He has to take first place, he and Kaka can play very well together.
Kaka listened with amusement to his lover's earnest instructions. He nodded. Even though he didn't understand much, he still agreed seriously.
There shouldn't be much difference between driving a car and driving a go-kart, right?
"Be careful." Kaka warned.
Cristiano nodded perfunctorily. Seeing Kaka listening attentively, he became more confident. He happily gave Kaka a thumbs up and said, "The champion of the final round will definitely be ours!"
Why are you crying? Young Master Luther looks down on people! Cristiano gritted his teeth.
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