Chapter 194
The episode about sexual orientation caused a lot of excitement in the Real Madrid locker room.
To be honest, this has happened before.
"Maria, congratulations on your second goal." Ramos laughed and flicked the newspaper. This was not the first time that Guti had been reported in the newspapers because of controversy over his sexual orientation. The last time, the headline of Marca was "Golden Wolf Guti bravely pursues love and calls out to Redondo."
Guti scowled, grabbed the newspaper, and slammed it hard on Ramos' face: "Go away, Sergio, don't bother me."
"Don't you want to see what they wrote this time?" Raul asked with a smile. He took the newspaper and flipped through it.
This time, Marca even wrote out a detailed analysis of the speculations, including their performance on the field and their hobbies and habits in private life. Anyone who reads it would think it is so true.
Raul was shocked: "I'm on it too? To be honest, their target range is a bit wide this time."
Ramos chuckled.
He looked at the other protagonist in the report and winked at Cristiano: "And congratulations, Cristiano, for being selected into the club's gay list in your first year at Real Madrid."
Cristiano: "...How come I didn't know about this?"
He had never heard of this thing before!
Club gay big list? What kind of absurd thing is this?
"That's because you came to Spain," Guti said unhappily. "Those reporters are always looking for trouble, and some fans, especially our rivals, prefer to use these to attack players. You have to endure this and get used to it."
Raul patted Guti's waist soothingly, smiled and said: "Players' gossip, everyone likes to watch these excitement, don't take it to heart."
He looked at Cristiano: "But there is one thing, there is no doubt that every time this kind of gossip comes out, the next game will become particularly difficult. This is what Maria said, you have to endure it and get used to it."
Guti elbowed his captain away and rolled his eyes.
Ramos and his companions looked over when they heard this. Ramos spread his hands and shrugged his shoulders: "This is true."
Cristiano scratched his chin, smiled, nodded and said: "Believe me, I'm used to this."
Kaka looked at Cristiano when he heard this, but Cristiano did not look at him.
His heart felt a little bit tight, but he could do nothing.
"The safest players in our team right now are Pepe and Kaka," Ramos said. "Even Marca can't make up stories about these two being gay."
He turned to Kaka and said, "If I convert now, is it too late? Will it make those tabloids shut up?"
Kaka withdrew his gaze from Cristiano and replied nonchalantly: "Conversion is enough to put a question mark on your piety. I'm afraid it's useless, my friend."
Pepe stroked his recently shaved head and gave a fake smile: "I think you'll shut up the tabloids faster if you shave your head."
Ramos: "...Thank you. I suddenly feel that there is nothing wrong with being praised as the top player of Real Madrid occasionally."
"Wait a minute, Sergio, who said you are the top 1 in Real Madrid? Where the hell do all those prefixes come from? Why don't I have any impression of that?" Marcelo asked puzzledly.
Guti sneered: "Isn't it obvious that this is his personal style? Seriously, Sergio, you really aren't? I see you are enjoying it."
There was laughter in the locker room.
Casillas stood in front of the closet in awkward silence, but at this moment, he finally spoke, mentally prepared: "...I'm sorry, I don't know what to say about these things, but...I'm sorry."
The three people who became the protagonists of Marca looked over at the same time. Raul was the first to say: "Hey, this is the problem of reporters, don't say that."
"Anyway, before you found Sarah as your girlfriend, they had already spread a round of homosexual issues." Guti rolled his eyes, snorted uncomfortably, and then patted Casillas on the shoulder, "I won't pay attention to them."
Cristiano also spread his hands in agreement: "Forget about it, Iker, it won't affect our team, but if you keep thinking about it, it won't be easy."
He joked, looking at the goalkeeper who was always reliable and secure on the court, and changed the subject: "Besides, the point is, we need you, you have to get back to the team as soon as possible."
Casillas nodded.
…
The next game is the first leg of the Copa del Rey semi-final away against Espanyol.
Just in the tunnel, all the players could hear the hot, unfriendly shouts of defiance coming from the stadium.
Marcelo and Modric were standing at the end of the team, and their voices could still be heard clearly in the player tunnel. The two looked at each other and took a deep breath.
"Have you ever encountered this?" the Croatian asked Marcelo, covering his mouth.
Marcelo also covered his mouth and lowered his voice: "I only came here one season earlier than you! No, of course I haven't encountered it!"
"Fortunately, I encountered more lively scenes when I was in England. Of course, the content of the shouting was slightly different." A voice interrupted.
Marcelo and Modric subconsciously cast a respectful look towards the voice, and then realized that the person who spoke was one of the protagonists who shouted outside: "Cristiano!?"
"Hiss." Cristiano suddenly pulled away and touched his ears. "Oh my God, Luca! You're going to make me deaf!"
Modric laughed dryly and closed his mouth. He was just surprised that the person who came over to chat with him would be Cristiano.
Kaka looked over here and saw Cristiano covering his ears exaggeratedly to tease the Croatian. He shook his head and stretched out his hand to Cristiano in a funny way, saying, "Come here Cris, we have to leave."
Cristiano responded, he looked at Kaka obscurely, avoided Kaka's outstretched hand, and grinned at him: "Here you go!"
Kaka paused when he saw this.
He frowned slightly and looked at Cristiano, only to see that the other party quickly turned to other teammates.
Cristiano raised his hands and high-fived Ramos, Guti and Raul, saying, "Listen to the noise outside, the horn is blowing! Fighting guys!"
Ramos hooked Cristiano's neck in amusement, clapped his hands, and shouted to others: "This guy is really good at talking, listen to him, fight guys!"
"You two act like captain and vice-captain, Raul, look, there are two bastards here who are trying to get status in the locker room." Guti also laughed and joked, he spoke loudly, as if the laughter in the player tunnel could cover up the cheers outside.
Raul grabbed each of the three noisy teammates and stood at the front of the team: "Let's go."
As the whistle sounded to signal the start of the game, the fans around the stadium stood up, sat down, raised their arms, and then put them down again like a wave as the players ran on the field.
"The game has started. Looking at the situation on the field, this game is quite lively, and the smell of gunpowder is strong." said the commentator on the field.
"Speaking of which, Real Madrid has been involved in some strange rumors recently. Florentino must be very troubled. Haha - uh! Let's take a look at this round of attack first! It's very fast! Guti seized the opportunity! Send the ball straight into the penalty area!"
The commentator's voice changed and he suddenly became excited.
Cristiano cooperated with Raul to form a double-team attack on the left and right sides, forcing the Royal Espanyol defenders to speed up and retreat to defend.
"Raul fell in the penalty area! Is this a foul?! What happened just now?!" The commentator was stunned for a moment, and soon the camera gave a replay of what had just happened.
After Raul received the pass from Guti, three defenders immediately crowded in front of him, forming a double team. Raul fell down immediately, looking like he was in pain.
Seeing this, Cristiano immediately ran over and turned to the referee.
The referee shook his head and gestured to Cristiano, indicating that this was just a normal physical confrontation and had nothing to do with a foul.
Cristiano's eyes widened slightly, and he tried to persuade the referee: "At least take a look at the replay? Three people! Are you sure there was no foul in their actions? At least take a look!"
The referee ignored him, walked straight past Cristiano and signaled that the game should continue.
Cristiano shook his hands heavily, then he looked at Raul and saw Raul getting up. The two exchanged glances and Cristiano pursed his lips unwillingly.
Guti trotted over and patted Cristiano on the waist.
Cristiano's action of asking the referee for a penalty undoubtedly angered the home fans at the scene, and even Guti's small action of running up and patting him was also resented.
The entire stadium was filled with the fans' angry shouts and curses.
As soon as Guti and Cristiano touched the ball, the shouting and cursing in the stadium suddenly became boiling hot, as if they were going to overturn the roof of the stadium!
"Goody is a fucking bitch! A disgusting homosexual!"
"Cristiano is a fucking bitch! Disgusting homosexual!"
"Go back to Madrid! Cristiano is a crying Barbie!"
"Guti and Cristiano, get off to bed! This is not your place!"
“…”
The home fans of Real Madrid sang loudly and tirelessly in the stadium.
Guti's face suddenly turned ugly, and Kaka's face turned pale instantly. This was the first time he was in the same game with Cristiano and he truly felt the overwhelming malice.
In his previous life, he had seen similar scenes through the Internet, which was enough to make him terrified and painful. He always wondered how Cristiano handled it at that time, even when it was just Cristiano alone.
And now, he was here too. He heard and saw it, and realized how suffocating and terrifying this roaring malice was. It was as if an invisible mountain was pressing down on their heads. He felt that his ears could not even hear anything, only a buzzing sound, but in the dimness he knew so clearly what those people were shouting -
He suddenly looked towards Cristiano, searching for his lover, but he only saw the back of the No. 9 jersey moving quickly on the field, as if he hadn't heard anything.
"Ramos brought down the Spaniard and received a verbal warning!"
The referee stopped the game. While the players were receiving spray pain relief treatment, Cristiano and his teammates ran to the sidelines, took a few sips of water and spit it all out, just to moisten their stomachs slightly.
Kaka stood beside him, holding the water cup tightly, wanting to give Cristiano a hug, but Cristiano turned around and clapped hands with Mourinho, showing him that his condition and mentality were still dominant.
Seeing this, Mourinho nodded slightly, didn't say much, but patted the young Portuguese on the shoulder.
Kaka realized that his lover was indeed avoiding him. In such a stadium that was like the Colosseum, in such a notorious place where people were shouted at and insulted, Cristiano seemed to have drawn a dividing line between him and him.
He couldn't help but take a deep breath and exhale heavily.
He is by Cristiano's side, but what difference does it make whether he is there or not?
"Run, run!" Mourinho urged.
Kaka had to put aside his messy thoughts and focus on the game.
Cristiano and Guti exchanged glances. Guti took the ball and passed one player on the side, but the sudden booing in his ears caused him to make a mistake and gave the ball to someone else.
This time the boos and jeers were even louder.
Guti turned towards the audience in anger, but soon Raul ran up and grabbed him, whispering twice in his ear, forcing the irritable Golden Wolf to control his temper.
Cristiano called out to Guti, then he turned to the audience. The fans with malicious and bad smiles on their faces were looking at him. He grinned at them, pointed at his ears, waved his hands indifferently, and even shouted at them to shout louder.
The fans in the stadium were surprised by the Portuguese's actions, and for a moment, the loud and uniform singing was drowned out by the mixed murmurs and curses.
"Ha, Cristiano really knows how to irritate people." The commentator couldn't help laughing when he saw this. "I've only seen fans get angry at players, but I've never seen players provoke fans."
Cristiano's provocation was very effective, at least the Royal Spanish players on the field were provoked and became angry.
"The striker of Real Madrid is dribbling the ball through the midfield! Several shots on target from the opponent were made in one go after he dribbled through the midfield! A very threatening player!"
"Cristiano retreats to midfield! Looks like he's going to defend and block for the team!"
"He kicked the ball away! Very clean and neat! Cristiano cleared the attack!"
Cristiano hastily retracted his foot but still bumped into the opposing player. Apparently the opposing striker was furious because his chance to attack was cut off. As soon as his body touched him, he pushed him forward with force: "Get away!"
"Hey! I didn't mean it." Cristiano frowned and shook off the other's hand.
"Don't touch me! You disgusting f**king homosexuals, you deserve to be roasted on a cross." The man stared into Cristiano's eyes, trying to provoke the Portuguese in a very vicious way.
If Cristiano hits him, and he jumps up and hits him, ha, then a straight red card is inevitable. He takes the hit, and then Cristiano is replaced? Huge profit.
However, the beautiful Portuguese in front of him just blinked, sneered, and suddenly took a step forward: "But I'm damn rich, very, very rich, how about you?"
The man was enraged upon hearing this, his eyes suddenly turned red, and he pushed again. Just as he was about to step forward, he was pushed back by a huge force: "What are you talking about?! I'm warning you--"
The man took a few steps back before he steady himself. When he raised his eyes, he saw Kaka, who was known for his good temper, standing in front of him. His face was cold and his eyes were so deep that they seemed to contain an indifference that made people feel uneasy, as if there was a whirlpool hidden in them, which was extremely dangerous.
He suddenly shut his mouth, and soon more people rushed up, some trying to stop the fight, some starting to quarrel, and the scene was extremely chaotic for a while.
Kaka completely blocked Cristiano behind him, holding his hand tightly, not allowing Cristiano to move any closer. His body was enough to block all malicious gazes from the opposite side.
Cristiano frowned tightly, he quickly grabbed Kaka's wrist, covered his mouth and spoke in a low and rapid voice: "Calm down Kaka! I said it's nothing! Don't take the card - okay, you took it."
He looked at the referee helplessly, and fortunately the other party showed another one to the Spaniard immediately, otherwise he would have to appeal against these unfair penalties after the game.
Mourinho was watching the chaotic scene on the sidelines. Ramos was not afraid to make trouble and gestured to the crowd. He dared to say that this guy just wanted to fight.
He closed his eyes and began to regret putting all three protagonists of the story in the first episode after the "gay locker room" gossip. He was really brave. Look at this mess...
Mourinho began to pray that he could get the score back in the second leg when they returned to their home ground.
"The game continues!"
Guti got the ball again, and the boos after he touched the ball were still loud, but this time, he did not let the mistake come again. He calmly controlled the ball, found the right opportunity, and sent a straight pass to the front court.
"Cristiano volleyed the ball directly into the goal! The ball went in!" The commentator exclaimed, jumping up from his chair. "Amid the incomparable boos of disaster! Cristiano and Guti survived! Completed a wonderful connection! Real Madrid leads Real Madrid 1-0!"
Cristiano yelled, took off his jersey and threw it into the audience. He laughed and raised his chin to the referee, "Steal this goal if you can!"
In the first half, Raul was fouled in the penalty area, but the referee ignored it and stole a penalty that should have belonged to Real Madrid. Now, he got that point back with an impeccable shot!
"You can keep blowing the whistle! I will continue to score goals." Cristiano ran to the sidelines, jumped high, his arms drew a beautiful arc in the air, and his body stretched beautifully.
The fans on the Real Madrid side excitedly stood up together as Cristiano celebrated, and suddenly the whole stadium was filled with loud, Cristiano-like celebrations.
He opened his arms and hugged Guti who was rushing towards him, and then Kaka. After Guti and Cristiano hugged each other, he immediately hugged Raul and other teammates who came over to celebrate.
Kaka held Cristiano's chest tightly and hugged his lover tightly. He didn't care about the damn tabloid news. He whispered: "Proud of you, Cris."
Cristiano paused slightly, then smiled and hugged back, "Of course."
After the game, Cristiano returned to the locker room, he desperately needed a cold shower, and he was the only one in the entire locker room who liked to stay in the cold zone in winter.
Kaka walked in, closed the door of the cold zone, and strode towards Cristiano.
"Kaka?" Cristiano was a little surprised, because Brazilians are also afraid of cold. He was the only one who would take a cold shower after every game, and occasionally Pepe.
Kaka looked into Cristiano's eyes. He was silent for two seconds before speaking: "...Cris, are you avoiding me? After those rumors came out?"
"What? No, I didn't." Cristiano immediately retorted, raising his eyebrows. "Why do you ask?"
"...You avoided my touch, and most of the time, even avoided my sight."
"That's impossible." Cristiano frowned slightly, holding his lover's face in his hands. "Maybe it's because I'm too focused on the game itself? Sorry, but no matter what, believe me, I will never do that."
Kaka met Cristiano's eyes. He was sure that what he felt on the field was an evasion, a meaning of drawing a line, but Cristiano's eyes also told him that he did not do that.
Kaka realized that maybe it was just Cristiano's subconscious, like a barrier that was instinctively erected when encountering danger, but Chris was unaware of it.
He pushed him away, just like in his previous life, when he was not involved in the boos. He was always protected by the other party. It was like Cristiano's instinct.
Kaka relaxed his shoulders and he slowly closed his arms.
"Cris..."
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