Chapter 187
Cristiano still felt a little dizzy when he woke up the next day, but it was much better than the headache he had last time after drinking too much champagne.
"Cristiano, where did you go last night? It looks like you overplayed your hand." Guti was sitting on the club's bus. He turned around and looked at the Portuguese sitting in the row behind him. He found it a little funny. Cristiano buried himself in the soft pillows, making it look like he had built a nest for himself.
——Kaka and Benzema both contributed their bus pillows, the latter obviously out of guilt and remorse.
Benzema touched his nose silently after hearing what Guti said. Was he overdoing it? God knows Cristiano just took a sip of his vodka!
He glanced to the left secretly. Cristiano lazily rested his chin on the pillow and smiled nonchalantly: "It's a secret. What about you? How do you feel?"
Benzema blinked. He thought Cristiano would explain, because as long as he said that they were together last night, the unreliable statement of "having played together" would be self-defeating.
Of course, then maybe his talk with Cristiano last night would become known to everyone.
But he doesn't care.
The group returned to Madrid on a special plane. When Benzema took the suitcase, he finally found an opportunity to whisper to Cristiano: "You can tell them that you were with me last night."
Cristiano took a few seconds to realize that Benzema was referring to Guti's question in the car a few hours ago. He laughed: "Then they will have a lot to ask, how annoying, it's better to keep it as a little secret between the two of us."
Benzema also laughed softly when he heard that. He touched his chin and pursed his lips a little embarrassedly.
"What are you two talking about?" Casillas raised his eyebrows. "Karim, you are laughing so happily. Is there anything interesting? Tell me."
Benzema stiffened slightly. Was he smiling happily?
He touched the corner of his mouth, and then heard Cristiano beside him laughing even louder and more happily. He turned his head and saw Cristiano lying on Kaka's body, licking his fangs and looking at him with a smile. After meeting his gaze, he secretly squinted his eyes and made a silent lip shape.
"Our secret."
Benzema coughed lightly, then said to Casillas: "Chris told a joke."
"What's the joke?" Casillas asked with interest.
"Ask Chris," Benzema said, then turned and walked away quickly.
Cristiano paused when he heard that, and Casillas looked over curiously, causing the Portuguese's smiling face to freeze.
Benzema touched the corners of his smooth mouth and chin, thinking to himself that he had to find a way to make his facial expression difficult to detect. This was too embarrassing.
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The club's league starts on schedule every weekend, and they have to fly to another city from time to time. If there is a King's Cup match this week, it will be even busier.
Just as Cristiano promised Benzema, he would take care of the opponent on the court. He would give a good scoring opportunity to the young No. 11 who happened to be in position, or directly pass the ball to the opponent.
In the league standings, Real Madrid's points are very close to the top two teams. Now that the schedule is halfway through, the score and victory or defeat of each league game are more important and no mistakes can be tolerated.
"The second half of the game begins, Real Betis and Real Madrid change sides! The score is still deadlocked at zero points. I wonder which team will be the first to break the deadlock today?" The commentator paused as he looked at the slow-cooking situation on the field and added, "Or will the two teams tacitly keep the score until the end of the game?"
No one scored in the first half of the game. Cristiano put two scoring opportunities at Benzema's feet. Benzema shot, one ball hit the crossbar and the other flew out at an angle. The picky American fans booed loudly.
Mourinho frowned fiercely and scolded everyone in the locker room during the half-time break, especially Cristiano and Benzema.
Benzema lowered his head and pursed his lips. He had to endure Mourinho's sharp scolding and his own poor condition.
He thought he would be a completely different person after that conversation, just like the plots in most movies, but damn, this was not a movie, and he was not the hero in the plot, so he was still the same as before, as if nothing had changed.
"Mourinho exercised his right to make substitutions just in the seventh minute of the second half! He replaced one of the starting midfielders of the game, the Croatian Modric, with the Brazilian player Kaka!" The commentator noticed the changes on the sidelines and immediately reported it quickly.
The guest added: "Kaka, who started the game, was rested on the bench. Real Madrid's midfield pool is much richer than its forwards, but it seems that the Croatian is in a bit of a downturn today."
"That's true. I hope Real Madrid can make some changes on the offensive end after the substitution." The commentator nodded in response.
Kaka replaced Modric on the sidelines. He waited for the linesman's signal for the substitution, jumping around on the spot to warm up his body.
Seeing this, Cristiano curled his lips and trotted over.
"Wait, Ronaldo is going to be substituted too?!" The commentator saw the Portuguese running to the sidelines on the big screen and couldn't help but get nervous and worried, "What other strikers does Mourinho have who can replace an offensive player like Ronaldo?!"
The guests also frowned, but then they saw Cristiano running to the sidelines, patting the Croatian who was panting and leaving the field, and then waiting for Kaka to come on the field.
Kaka curled his eyes when he saw this. He immediately entered the field after the linesman signaled. He raised his hands and lightly high-fived Cristiano, saying softly, "I'm here, Cris."
The two of them intertwined their fingers as if by coincidence, and then separated in an instant. Cristiano smiled.
"Oh... misunderstanding. Ronaldo just went to send Modric off the field and bring in Kaka?" The commentator and the guests looked at each other for a few seconds and twitched their lips.
The guest silently added: "Crossing almost half of the court to see teammates off and on?"
"Ahem." The commentator choked and coughed. His intuition told him that this topic was a bit delicate. He changed the subject and said, "Compared to the bench of midfielders, Real Madrid's forward line is still a bit poor. Ronaldo has almost played in every game so far this season? He has only been rotated two or three times?"
"That's my impression," the guest said. "Even if Ronaldo is an iron man with stamina, his form will probably decline in the second half of the season..."
As the two were talking, a new round of attacks suddenly broke out on the field.
Kaka cooperated with Marcelo in the midfield and backcourt to pass the ball back. He pretended to pass the ball forward, attracting all the Real Betis players in front of him to quickly gather around him, and he immediately passed the ball to Marcelo on the wing, and Marcelo then passed the ball straight to Cristiano on the left!
"Opportunity!" the commentator exclaimed excitedly, "Ronaldo got the ball on the wing, and Marcelo's through ball was in a very comfortable position!"
There are only two players in front of Cristiano, and behind the two defenders are the penalty area and the goalkeeper!
He quickly looked around and without hesitation, he dribbled the ball past the left-back and shot directly!
"Ronaldo shoots directly!!? At this distance——"
The commentator gasped, this shot was really unexpected, but it also seemed reasonable - the angle was right, there were only two defenders in front of him, and Cristiano had created a gap - but it was almost halftime!
Cristiano has not found comfortable opportunities and cooperation that allow him to shoot directly from long distance this season, but now, the opportunity suddenly comes to him by coincidence.
"GOOOOOOOOOOOAL——! The ball goes in!!!! Ronaldo shoots from half court!! The ball goes through the gap between the defenders and hits the net!" The guest slammed the table hard and waved his arms excitedly. "This is what I want to see! My friend! Ronaldo's specialty of long-range shooting! It's amazing!"
"The opponent's goalkeeper didn't even get the direction right! This ball is really elusive!" The commentator couldn't suppress the excitement in his throat and spoke quickly.
This goal was like a switch, and the second goal followed closely!
Real Betis' defense was torn open by Kaka and Cristiano. Kaka made a back pass outside the penalty area, and Cristiano quickly moved forward in the penalty area and jumped high!
"Ronaldo's header!! Goal again!! Real Madrid leads 2-0! Assist from Kaka!"
The commentator and guests shouted excitedly: "In less than five minutes!! Ronaldo scored twice!!! This goal speed is too amazing!! "
"The connection between Kaka and Ronaldo is so efficient!! The two have such a great rapport!"
"Real Betis' mentality and tactics were completely disrupted. With Real Madrid leading by two goals, they didn't have much time to equalize the score." The commentator stared at the screen.
The opponent's defense was messed up with the cooperation of Cristiano, Raul and others, and it became easy to break into the penalty area.
Raul passed the ball again to Cristiano who was in a better position. Cristiano did not waste the captain's wonderful pass and shot directly without any adjustment. His kick was fast and accurate!
The Real Betis defender almost subconsciously used his body to block the ball.
"A handball! Ronaldo and Kaka both raised their hands to indicate that the Real Betis players had committed a foul in the penalty area!" the commentator exclaimed.
After a few minutes, the referee made the decision.
"The referee awarded a penalty!" the commentator shouted.
"As Real Madrid's top penalty taker, Ronaldo is likely to score a hat trick in this game!" said the guest. "Ronaldo's current penalty success rate is very high! It is completely reasonable to let Ronaldo take the penalty."
"Wait—" The commentator suddenly noticed something unusual on the screen.
Cristiano was seen walking to the white dot with the ball in his arms. After he stopped, he waved towards Benzema.
"Ronaldo is going to give this penalty kick that could very well give him a hat trick to Benzema who is scoring a goal?!" The guest opened his eyes slightly wide in disbelief, and then saw Benzema really took the ball. He took a breath and said hesitantly, "This is really... um... very generous."
The guests and commentators were at a loss for words for a moment. It must be said that giving this penalty to Benzema was not only generous, but also very appropriate.
The team was already leading by two goals, so it didn't matter much even if the penalty was not scored. If it was scored, everyone would be happy. They have always been a little superstitious, and one goal could break the goal drought. If it was not scored, it would not affect the result, and the fans' complaints and anger would not swallow the French.
"Benzema takes the penalty!"
"Run-up - adjust the speed! Shoot!"
“In!!”
"Benzema's penalty helped Real Madrid lead 3-0!"
The guests and commentators all breathed a sigh of relief, but were actually a little nervous, as if they were really worried that Benzema would miss the penalty.
Cristiano on the field had already opened his arms, waiting to celebrate. He grinned, and the Frenchman excitedly rushed over to him. He quickly and perfunctorily high-fived the other teammates who rushed over to celebrate with him, then ran towards Cristiano, and couldn't help but break into a big smile.
But just before he was about to hug Cristiano, a figure wearing the number 8 jersey got in front of him and pressed on Cristiano.
Benzema: “…”
I scored a goal, what are Kaka and Chris hugging? ?
The Frenchman paused, but it didn't matter, he still rushed forward happily, then pushed Kaka aside without any hesitation, and hugged Cristiano tightly. His force was so great that he directly lifted the Portuguese several centimeters off the ground!
Cristiano burst into laughter. He patted Benzema on the shoulder and whispered: "Karim! You are too strong!"
He felt like he was about to take off!
Benzema happily hugged Cristiano tightly: "Thank you Cristiano! God, I didn't expect you to do this, really!"
"I told you I would take care of you and help you, Karim." Cristiano looked down at his young and green friend and smiled. "Okay Karim, put me down!"
"Okay Chris!" The Frenchman was very obedient.
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