Chapter 198
Ferguson looked at his little Portuguese. He seemed to be a little darker and thinner than before, but he was obviously still very energetic and his eyes were very bright.
He asked Cristiano to stand next to him and put his hand on the boy's shoulder.
Cristiano grinned and shouted happily: "Boss!"
Ferguson raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and curled the corners of his mouth, but did not point out that Cristiano should not call him that now.
He thought to himself, maybe next year, or maybe in a few years, they would buy the Portuguese back?
The two took a photo in front of the media. After the spotlights flashed a few times, a reporter noticed Florentino standing not far away and watching. Immediately, someone came over and said, "Sir! Please come over and take a photo with us! This is so rare!"
Former head coach, current chairman, world-class superstar, this must be a world-famous painting. The reporters were thinking the same thing in their hearts.
Florentino had an unchanging smile on his face, as if he just moved the loose corners of his mouth and eyelids.
He walked over, his eyes moved in front of Cristiano and Ferguson, then he stretched out his hand and shook hands with Ferguson with a fake smile, and then patted Cristiano on the waist: "Hello, Sir Ferguson, how are you recently? And, you look good, Cristiano."
"Sir, please tell us about your views on this season, such as Ronaldo's joining and the entire club." The reporter turned the microphone directly to the other party without waiting for the two sides to exchange pleasantries.
Florentino glanced at Cristiano, then looked at Ferguson, whose face showed no expression. He smiled and said, "My opinion? The best midfielder in the Premier League has come to Real Madrid and has become our most powerful winger."
Ferguson's face quickly darkened.
Cristiano was grinning as if he didn't hear anything.
God knows why he was squeezed in between such an awkward situation, what else could he do but keep smiling?
Cristiano began to pray in his heart that someone would come and save him.
The reporters were immediately excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood - what an irritating sentence, enough to stimulate Manchester United fans.
"Of course, in addition to Cristiano, we have also introduced several other equally strong players this season, such as Kaka, Karim, and Modric. I have strong confidence in our team." Florentino continued, "No matter what the cost, we will make the team go as far as possible in the Champions League. Right, Cristiano?"
Finally, he suddenly looked at Cristiano, drawing all the reporters' attention to him.
Cristiano was stunned for a moment, then reacted and took over the conversation: "Yes, no matter what it takes, winning the game is our common goal."
Ferguson looked at the older boy, who moved his lips slightly but still said nothing.
If Cristiano was still under his command, he would correct the boy that it was not "whatever it takes", there was a bottom line to the price, just as he had always told Cristiano before.
But now, Cristiano has gone to someone else, what can he say?
Ferguson pursed his lips.
But the next second, he saw Cristiano pretending to lower his head to adjust his bow tie, looking at him, grinning and squinting, with a cunning light in his eyes.
Ferguson raised his eyebrows slightly, and then reacted -
The little Portuguese was hinting to him that he still remembered his past teachings and that he would know his limits.
Ferguson slightly raised the corner of his mouth, but obviously, this expression was interpreted as "sneer" by reporters -
#Real Madrid President: We will win the Champions League at all costs, Manchester United coach Ferguson sneered#
#Ferguson meets his former beloved disciple. Is there true affection or undercurrent beneath the harmonious surface? Decoding Ferguson's mysterious smile#
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Of course, the reports of these reporters are all about the next few days. Tonight is FIFA's best selection night, and all media attention is focused on the players and coaches who win the best titles tonight.
Cristiano quickly separated from Ferguson and returned to his seat. The seats around him were almost full, so he moved all the way to the inside and finally breathed a sigh of relief after sitting down.
"What?" Kaka looked over with amusement. He observed Cristiano and said, "You look like... um..."
Kaka couldn't find a suitable description. His boy looked like he had spent a lot of energy. Although he was wearing a smart suit, he was lazily slumped in the chair.
Cristiano waved his hands and said, "You don't know what I've been through... I went to find the boss, and Florentino was there too. The three of us stood together, surrounded by those nosy reporters."
Kaka hissed softly. The former superior and current boss, this was a bit awkward for them.
"Boss's face turned black, but I think I should have coaxed him." Cristiano changed the subject and said proudly.
"Who are you trying to fool with, Cristiano?" a voice suddenly interrupted.
Kaka and Cristiano subconsciously turned their heads and saw Ramos and Marcelo also found their seats and sat behind them.
Ramos dug his ears: "Did I hear it right? Cristiano can also coax people? He has a girlfriend!?"
"..." Cristiano rolled his eyes, "Sergio, you only listen to half of what people say? That's how rumors spread!"
Kaka said: "Eavesdropping is not a good character, my friend, you can do it openly."
Ramos immediately asked, "Okay Chris, then, who are you trying to please?"
"..." Cristiano leaned against the back of the chair and stretched out his arms, then slapped Ramos on the face, "Shut up, Sergio."
Marcelo chuckled like a pig and pulled Ramos to sit down. "Come on, do you think Chris would tell you about his personal emotional problems?"
"What's wrong with sharing between friends?" Ramos said matter-of-factly, "I'll tell you that I spent the day in bed with several ladies on his birthday."
Marcelo covered his ears as soon as Ramos said the word "birthday" and screamed quickly and softly: "Shut up Sergio! I don't want to hear this! Damn it, I really wish you hadn't shared this with me! No need! Thank you!"
Cristiano rolled his eyes. "Thank you. At least it seems you had a good time on my birthday."
Marcelo: “…”
Kaka: “…”
Ramos: “…”
The Spaniard now touched the tip of his nose a little embarrassedly.
Amid the banter, the award ceremony officially began.
The light strips in the entire auditorium began to change, and as the music sounded, even Ramos, who was the talkative one, fell silent. He stared at the host in the center of the stage and listened to what he said carefully and attentively.
Best. This is the dream of every athlete.
"Let's move on to the most crucial moment!" The host glanced at the cue card, took a deep breath, and said loudly, "Let's announce the results of this year's FIFA selection—"
Ferguson was named Coach of the Year.
Cristiano won the FIFA Player of the Year award. In addition, he was unsurprisingly selected into the FIFA Best Team again, still as a striker.
The best eleven went on stage together to receive the award.
Those standing on the left and right are all familiar faces. Among the best eleven, three are from Manchester United alone. Thanks to his performance in the Champions League, Van der Sar defeated Buffon to win the position of best goalkeeper, Keane was the best defender, Neville was the best midfielder, and Kaka was also selected for the position of best midfielder. Then there are Messi, Xavi and Iniesta from Barcelona, and so on.
Eleven people stood in the stage aisle designed by FIFA, waiting to enter the stage as soon as the lights came on.
Keane and Neville flanked Cristiano on the left and right, separating Cristiano and Kaka. Neville greeted with a smile: "Ronnie, long time no see."
The old captain gave a look and they cooperated tacitly. At least they couldn't let Cristiano and Kaka get together in the dark. Who knows what gossips these two people would talk about in private? In Ferdinand's words, they always chatted as if they were the only one around, without caring about the life and death of third people.
- Given that they had trained together in a friendly match with AC Milan for a period of time, Ferdinand's confession was of great significance.
Cristiano didn't think as much as his two former teammates. He curled his eyes and said, "You're growing a mustache, Gary? Tsk, you look a generation older than Roy!"
Neville: “?”
"Is this the first thing you said when you met me?" Neville laughed angrily.
Keane grinned, looking very satisfied. He touched his chin and nodded affirmatively in agreement with the Portuguese's focus.
Cristiano shrugged. "I'm sorry, but your face was too close to me. All I could see was your moustache. Seriously, Gary, moustache doesn't suit you."
Neville didn't expect the little Portuguese to keep talking about his beard. He quickly interrupted him in surrender: "Shut up, Ronnie. I'll shave it off when I get home! Shave it off! Now shut up."
"Okay." Cristiano tutted his tongue and muttered to himself, "Well-meaning advice. You're so petty, Gary."
"...I can hear Ronnie--" Neville gritted his teeth.
Kaka laughed silently.
This is somewhat different from the Cristiano who is often seen in the club, playing tricks on Ramos and others. Although they are both so... "hateful", it is obvious that his lover seems to be more relaxed and more at ease at this moment.
Keane laughed softly and said to Neville, "Don't be so petty."
Neville: “…”
Cristiano's side was obviously particularly lively in the waiting area, and Messi couldn't help but take a few more glances at this side.
"That little guy is looking at you." Neville poked Cristiano's waist and whispered, "Messi."
"This is normal." Cristiano looked at Neville and raised his eyebrows. As soon as he finished speaking, the light strips above their heads lit up, and the host's voice rang in his ears -
"Let's give a round of applause to the best eleven!"
Cristiano walked out, smiling as he looked at the 300 media below the stage. The cameras were rushing towards them, and the reporters were shouting excitedly, "Cristiano! Look here! Look at the camera!"
He turned his head to look at Neville and continued what he had not finished saying before: "The eyes of the whole world are always on me, Gary."
Cristiano pointed to his chest with both hands and smiled at the man. He spoke very quickly, and only Keane, Kaka and Messi who were walking beside him heard what the Portuguese said.
Keane paused for a moment, then quickly caught up, his mouth wide open with a big smile, which was very Ronnie.
Neville fell behind a few steps because he didn't react in time, and was pushed behind by Kaka who was striding forward.
Now, Kaka is standing with Cristiano again.
Keane glared at Neville obliquely.
Neville: “…”
Messi stared at Cristiano's side until Xavi called him, then he quickly looked away.
"What are you looking at? You're in a daze." Xavi had to tug hard on the back of Messi's suit waist to bring the Argentine back to his senses.
"Nothing." He replied, lowering his head and taking the trophy from the host. His half-long hair covered most of his face. He answered his friend and repeated, "Nothing."
It was the first time he had seen someone so openly and unreservedly flaunt his pride and confidence, so wantonly, as if as his words fell, all the light on the stage was taken away by him.
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