Chapter 183
Cristiano's sadness came and went quickly. After being amused by Kaka, the drizzle turned to clear weather. The only thing was the two red spots around his eyes that couldn't fade away quickly.
When he went for a live interview with coaches and players, the marks on his face couldn't be removed, so he had to ask a makeup artist to apply concealer.
——So the entire media team knew that Cristiano had cried bitterly because of his defeat in the karting race.
"Yes, that's right. I saw it with my own eyes. Cristiano's eyes were red from crying. It's no wonder he cried like that when he lost. He cried about everything."
"He cried so pitifully, like a child who didn't get the toy he wanted. I really want the organizers to arrange a place for him in the finals right away."
"Ronaldo's tears are like a tap that has been forgotten to be turned off. He cries too much and is not manly at all."
"He's like a doll, in every way, a crybaby Barbie."
“…”
The actual interview program has not been aired yet, but the inside information that the staff assured was spreading rapidly on the Internet.
Cristiano was about to roll his eyes to the sky. Not only that, he also received greetings from Figo and Ferdinand. He could only bite the bullet and tell them that, yes, he may have shed a few tears for a karting race, that's all.
Deco and Costa were joking with each other in the national team group chat, it was lively and lively, but they just wouldn't let go of the topic of Cristiano.
[Figo: Chris, you are the captain and the group owner now, you can kick some people out, it’s a bit too lively here]
【Deco:? ? 】
[Costa: Why is Luis still in the group? Those who have retired should be kicked out! 】
【cristiano: Then you have to go out first :)】
[Costa: ...Just pretend I didn’t say anything, Luis must stay in the group! Our Town’s Treasure
[Carvalho: If it were me, I would behave myself. These are Luis and Cristiano. Come on, why can't you think of targeting them together? 】
[Costa: ...You are right]
Cristiano grinned, happy to see the subject had been smoothly diverted.
As for Manchester United's small group, Ferdinand was criticizing Van Nistelrooy's behavior, and Cristiano occasionally sent a small expression in it - the expression of a poor cartoon puppy with tears in its eyes - the effect was so good that Van Nistelrooy even felt that the real-life curly-haired puppy wiping tears appeared in front of him again, and his guilt began to bubble up.
The little episode of karting is like a small spice in the boring and repetitive basic training days. The La Liga league and cup competitions are as usual. Cristiano is so active that he wants to play all the time, but Mourinho thinks that no matter what, Cristiano needs to rest, just like other players.
Cristiano couldn't convince Mourinho, so he had to sit on the bench and watch the next league game with a sullen face, as if he was owed 20 million.
Mourinho stood in the coaching booth and shouted at the players on the field. He glanced at Cristiano out of the corner of his eye and ignored him. He would not coax the boy like Ferguson did. Cristiano was obviously spoiled in Manchester and always got whatever he wanted, but this trick didn't work on him.
Marcelo was substituted in the second half. He took the water cup and sat next to Cristiano, took a breath and said: "We will definitely win."
It's 2-0 now, with fifteen minutes left, unless they play like shit in the remaining time.
Cristiano nodded.
Marcelo twisted the bottle cap for a long time but couldn't get it open. He lowered his head to study it for a while, then opened his mouth and tried to bite it open.
"What are you doing?" Cristiano tilted his head and raised his eyebrows to look over.
"This damn bottle cap just won't open." Marcelo sighed, spread his hands in frustration, and gave up the idea of drinking water.
Hearing this, Cristiano took the water bottle from his friend's hand. He took a look at it, then pulled open the zipper on the lid like opening the zipper of a can, and then silently handed over the opened bottle cap.
That’s it? He rolled his eyes a little and shook his head slightly.
Marcelo: "...Wow, that's how it is. Thanks."
Marcelo took the cup and drank two sips before twisting it back. The more he thought about it, the funnier it got. He leaned on Cristiano's shoulder and couldn't stop laughing: "God is so stupid."
"Don't bring God into this, Marcelo. Personal behavior has nothing to do with God." Cristiano raised his eyebrows, bumped Marcelo, and then laughed, showing a cheerful smile for the first time in the entire game.
Marcelo pressed Cristiano's neck and pulled him down. The two were fighting on the bench. After a while, Ramos was also replaced by Mourinho - the game was stable, and it was time to replace some substitutes to get a feel for the game and the feel of the feet - Ramos saw the two people making a fuss and joined the battlefield without saying a word.
"Sergio! Why are you pressing me?!" Marcelo screamed.
"What kind of stacking game are you playing? Sese has to join in!" Sergio laughed happily. He even scored a goal today. He was so excited that he seemed like he was drunk.
Cristiano, who was pinned to the bottom, gritted his teeth and said, "Damn it, Marcelo! Sergio! Get off! You are going to crush me!"
"Poor Cristiano, are you okay?" Ramos lowered his head and asked, but he had no intention of moving away.
Cristiano knew that this Spaniard was a bad guy. He gritted his teeth and said, "I'm fine, but if you keep suppressing me and Marcelo, I will make your long golden hair as short as a buzz cut. I mean what I say."
Ramos jumped up instantly when he heard this: "You can't do anything to my hair!"
"Guess if I can." Cristiano narrowed his eyes and waved his arms at Ramos.
At this time, Kaka was also substituted. He came to the bench and saw that it was as lively as a vegetable market. The other teammates next to him were all laughing happily as if they were watching a small theater. He looked at Cristiano and raised his eyebrows slightly: "What's wrong?"
"Cristiano wants to cut my hair," Ramos yelled.
Kaka replied without even looking up: "Then you must have done something excessive."
“Yes, he did,” Marcelo said.
Ramos: “…”
Damn it, he felt like he was being bullied by foreign signings.
Cristiano grinned.
He asked Kaka to sit next to him and then looked at the field.
Van Nistelrooy is still on the pitch, so Mourinho has to keep a reliable striker.
Cristiano looked at the situation on the field. Van Nistelrooy and Ramos scored a goal each, assisted by Marcelo and Raul respectively. Now, it was another round of offensive opportunity for Real Madrid.
He leaned forward slightly and stared at the field.
"Sese is good, right? It was this head that scored the goal. Chris, don't think about cutting my hair. This is the secret to scoring goals." Ramos saw Cristiano staring at the court intently, so he moved closer and touched Cristiano's shoulder, fearing that Cristiano was really going to play a prank on his hair, and emphasized.
Cristiano rolled his eyes, slapped Ramos in the face, and pushed the big golden retriever aside: "I know, you are really annoying, Sergio. Get out of the way, don't block me from watching the game."
Ramos happily moved to the side, squeezed between Kaka and Cristiano, turned his head and said to Kaka: "Hey Kaka, move to the side."
Kaka:?
Cristiano gently kicked Ramos on his raised butt: "Get lost, Sergio, find an empty seat!"
Ramos said "Hey", muttered, and sat down in the corner of the only empty seat unwillingly.
"Cristiano, you're a little bastard." He shouted through several of his teammates.
Cristiano made a face: "I am, so what?"
Ramos: “…”
Aaaah. sese is so angry.
Cristiano's ears finally quieted down and he could focus on watching the game.
"Van Nissan made a run into the penalty area! Modric passed the ball to Raul at the end line! Raul made a triangle pass!! Van Nissan! He was fouled in the penalty area!! Oh my god! The kick was too big! Van Nissan fell to the ground and looked extremely painful! The team doctor came on the field!"
Seeing this, Cristiano jumped up from his chair and looked at the team doctor who ran onto the field. Mourinho protested loudly to the referee in anger and dissatisfaction.
"Fanni is off the field, it seems the injury is quite serious..."
When Cristiano saw Van Nistelrooy being helped off the field, he immediately trotted over and said, "Luther!"
Seeing this, Kaka quickly followed. He looked at the other's injured thigh with concern and frowned slightly. It seemed that this injury would require at least two or three weeks of rest.
Cristiano exchanged a quick glance with Kaka standing opposite him, and he knew that Van Nistelrooy's situation was indeed not optimistic.
He pursed his lips and suppressed his anger.
Van Nistelrooy released his hand from the team doctor's shoulder and waved to Cristiano: "Hey Ronnie, come over here and give me a hand."
Upon hearing this, Cristiano quickly stood next to the team doctor. Van Nistelrooy put his hands on the boy's shoulders and put most of his body weight on him.
"Are you okay?" Cristiano immediately put his hand on his shoulder. He took a deep breath and looked at the other party's leg which was bleeding from being kicked by spikes. It was shocking enough.
Ruud shrugged his shoulders and pursed his lips: "To be honest, I don't feel very well, but I think the team doctor will be able to find a way."
"Don't be impulsive, Ronnie, that guy will get a suspension." Fanny lowered his voice, "You don't need to say anything for me after the game. I can see that you are angry, Ronnie, understand?"
He dared to say that after the game someone would definitely mention the foul on him. Even if Cristiano did not play, he believed that Cristiano would say something as long as a reporter found a chance to pass the microphone to him.
Once Cristiano said something, once he showed a little bit of anger and dissatisfaction, it might be extended to a higher level such as "dissatisfaction with the penalty". He didn't want to see the boy who showed a little emotion immediately become another focus of the matter. Cristiano didn't need to get into trouble for no reason.
Cristiano pursed his lips.
"Did you hear that? Ronnie? Promise me." Van Nistelrooy smiled, pinched Cristiano's face and narrowed his eyes.
Cristiano made a soft "tsk" sound and responded in a muffled voice: "Okay, it's up to you, Luther. I won't stand up for anyone casually. I won't."
Fanny laughed.
Cristiano rolled his eyes. He hated the feeling of being seen through.
But considering Van Nistelrooy's injury, he curled his lips, whispered a few words of comfort, and sent Van Nistelrooy to the player's tunnel. The team doctor came over with a wheelchair and asked Van Nistelrooy to sit on it. They had to go to the hospital.
The league match was eventually won with a score of 3-0, with Raul's penalty kick extending the lead.
But at the same time, Van Nistelrooy's injury assessment came out and he had to rest for three to four weeks, which meant he would miss several league games and the first round of the Champions League knockout round.
This is a terrible assessment. Mourinho thought to himself and took a deep breath.
Even for him, the prospect of reaching the round of 16 is somewhat overshadowed, and now the injuries of the main players seem to be foreshadowing something for him.
He hated the feeling of having a dark cloud hanging over his head.
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