Chapter 199
After the award ceremony, Cristiano and Kaka were interviewed in the media area for more than 20 minutes before they were able to leave.
Ferdinand and his friends were waiting in the parking lot. When they saw Cristiano and Kaka coming out, Ferdinand turned on the car lights to signal them.
"Where are you going?" Ferdinand asked, leaning his head out of the car window. "But I'm afraid no matter which bar you go to tonight, you'll be surrounded."
Cristiano winked at Ferdinand slyly when he heard this. He was prepared.
He said, "Let's go to my hotel. I have prepared a barbecue grill and have already booked an open-air terrace with the hotel. We can do it ourselves."
Neville asked with interest, "Barbecue party?"
"Hmm." Cristiano looked into the car with a smile. He asked Alan, who hadn't said much, "How is it? Are you interested, Alan?"
"Okay." Alan nodded, "But remember to do more aerobics."
"Of course." Cristiano smiled and patted the car door. "And I'll prepare healthy dips. See you at the hotel."
As soon as he arrived at the hotel, Cristiano was busy asking the hotel waiters to move the pre-thawed beef to the balcony. Kaka was already busy at the barbecue grill.
"Those guys are in for a treat. I dare say Leo and Alan have never tasted such delicious Brazilian barbecue." Cristiano leaned on Kaka's shoulder and smiled lazily, "I have to let them try it themselves first, then they can compare how delicious yours is."
Kaka was amused when he heard this. He gently poked Cristiano's forehead and said, "You spent all your little tricks on this?"
"Do I need to think about this? It's so simple!" Cristiano snorted softly, "Don't underestimate me."
Kaka smiled and agreed, saying sorry, then used an iron fork to turn the charcoal under the barbecue grill. He finally managed to light the charcoal, which was slightly red and hot. At that time, there was no convenient electronic charcoal, so making a fire depended entirely on skill and luck.
Kaka breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. He was really worried that he would be so embarrassed in front of Cristiano that he wouldn't even be able to light a fire for the barbecue. That would be ridiculous. Just think about it, a Brazilian doesn't know how to make Brazilian barbecue.
Kaka thanked God in his heart, and then, taking advantage of the fact that there was no one on the rooftop, he tilted his head and quickly kissed the corner of Chris' mouth: "Go get me some meat, let's eat first."
"Yeah." Cristiano chuckled happily and seemed very easy to talk to. He licked the corner of his mouth, turned around and trotted to get the prepared beef.
Ferdinand and his group arrived not long after. The light strips and music on the hotel rooftop immediately created an atmosphere for this small barbecue party.
"Be self-sufficient, guys," Cristiano called out. He also set up a DJ booth and stood there playing music, swaying his hips and bobbing his head.
He had changed into a more comfortable "party outfit," a turtleneck sweater, slim-fitting jeans that hugged his waist and hips, outlining his smooth, powerful muscle curves, and his ear studs sparkled in the light.
Kaka occupied the barbecue grill near the DJ booth, grilled two skewers and fed them to Cristiano: "How does it taste?"
“That’s great!”
Ferdinand and his men turned their heads when they saw this: “Gary, go get the barbecue grill ready!”
It’s just barbecue, who doesn’t know how to do that?
Alan couldn't understand the sudden desire to win that Ferdinand and the others had, but he was indeed a little hungry, so he stood aside and was responsible for stringing the sticks.
"Ronnie! Can't you get some ready-made skewers?" Van der Sar stared at the beautifully patterned beef that was kept fresh on ice, and the goalkeeper picked up the knife beside him with his hand.
"I asked Roy, and he said he wanted to have some hands-on experience." Cristiano replied loudly.
Everyone looked at their captain. Keane was struggling with another barbecue grill with an expressionless face. There was even black charcoal ash on his white sweater. He looked a little embarrassed, but when he noticed the gazes of his teammates, he paused and said, "Is there a problem?"
"..." Van der Sar touched his nose, lowered his head to continue cutting meat, and muttered, "Why should an Englishman experience all this? It's enough for them to just know how to appreciate it."
Ruud van Nistelrooy came to his national teammate and whispered in agreement: "Kaka's roast looks delicious. I think you should send more meat to them later."
Upon hearing this, Van der Sar looked towards Kaka and Cristiano, then nodded in agreement.
"Wait a minute, why are you here?" Van der Sar suddenly reacted, "Luther?!"
"Ronnie's invitation." Van Nistelrooy raised his eyebrows, as if he was surprised by Van der Sar's surprise. He shrugged, "Isn't it his party today?"
Only then did Van der Sar notice that several people from Real Madrid had also arrived at the party.
"I thought it was just us," Van der Sar said.
"Sorry, we're all in the same hotel. The news that Ronnie booked the rooftop of a hotel spread very quickly, and Ramos and the others were clamoring to come, so you saw it." Fanny shrugged.
Van der Sar took a quick look around and saw a few unfamiliar faces.
He saw the somewhat shy Frenchman walk to Cristiano first, and seemed to say something to Cristiano, and then Chris looked at him.
The two men's eyes met immediately, and Cristiano's eyes lit up. He immediately waved his arm and said, "Edwin! Edwin! I leave Karim to you! He's here to help!"
Van der Sar pointed at himself and said, "Leave it to me?" Is that some twenty-year-old giant baby who still needs him to take care of him?
The Dutch goalkeeper had no idea that before leaving for Zurich for the FIFA selection night, they had briefly discussed in the Manchester United dressing room the concerns about handing Ronnie to Real Madrid.
——It seems that only Pepe among their defenders is capable of playing.
Before Van der Sar could give Cristiano an answer, someone came to his barbecue stall. A Frenchman with thick eyebrows, big eyes, a little stubble and a mustache stood in front of him, as taciturn as a mute.
"..." Van der Sar looked at Benzema, then at Cristiano, who was looking over here with concern.
He paused, then handed the other person a string of iron skewers.
Well, Ronnie asked him to take care of it, so he could only do something.
He looked towards Cristiano and spread his hands towards the boy, indicating that he was looking after him.
Cristiano smiled and gave Van der Sar a thumbs up.
"Ronnie really likes this move." Fanny rolled his eyes, "Silly."
"Watch your words, Ruud," Van der Sar corrected, before adding, "Now I understand why you were able to make Ronnie cry in a little activity like karting."
Fanny: “…”
Damn it, he shouldn't have gone to the group to ask these people for help in the first place.
"If you ask me, Ronnie is just spoiled by you guys, that's why he cries so much." Fanny snorted.
Benzema couldn't understand what the two Dutchmen were muttering at a fast pace. He could only stare at the skewers in a daze until the two men seemed to have finished their conversation. Then he interrupted and asked Van Nistelrooy: "What should I do?"
Ruud paused, then said, "You are responsible for skewering the meat, Karim, and then sending it to Cristiano. By the way, bring back a few more skewers of Kaka's grilled meat when you come back."
Benzema responded.
And Van der Sar looked at Van Nistelrooy approvingly and gave him a thumbs up.
Van Nistelrooy felt that perhaps the Portuguese's bad habits were learned from people like Van der Sar.
Not long after, Cristiano came down from the DJ booth and ran over to Van der Sar: "How's it going?"
"Why did you send that little mute to me? He hardly ever speaks." Van der Sar lowered his voice and looked at Cristiano. Apparently he had asked Van Nistelrooy before. The Frenchman's English was still as bad as ever, but he was learning Spanish very quickly - but that didn't affect his dislike of chatting.
Cristiano blinked and gently pushed Van der Sar with a smile: "He is just a little shy! He is a little... um... in awe of Leo and Roy, so I let him come to your side. Van Nistelrooy is his teammate, which will be much better."
"Then why don't you let him stay at your end?" Fanny raised his eyebrows.
Cristiano blinked and looked at Van Nistelrooy.
Van Nistelrooy stared at Cristiano for three seconds before he suddenly reacted and resisted the urge to roll his eyes: "...Okay Ronnie."
His and Kaka's world of two was disturbed - Van Nistelrooy was sure he understood the meaning.
"No, why does he have such thoughts about Leo and Roy?" Van der Sar asked puzzledly, looking at Benzema.
"During the game," Cristiano said, "you have to face Leo and Roy head-on, that's the feeling. They are the best defensive line in the Premier League, and it is normal for the opposing forwards to feel scared."
Van der Sar nodded when he heard this.
He looked towards Ferdinand and Keane, and saw the formidable Red Devils' defense line frantically taking the skewers off the barbecue grill - their barbecue grills were emitting ten-centimeter-high flames!
Cristiano also looked over, then gasped and trotted over: "Oh my God, are you going to set my roof on fire?"
Ferdinand and Keane frantically tried to cover the open flames with something, saying, "No problem, we can handle it!"
"Stay away Ronnie! Watch out for the flames!"
Cristiano rolled his eyes, darted over, stretched out his arm to cover the grill, put out the fire, and then looked at his former captain and former teammates: "...I really shouldn't have put a few British people in the same group."
Ferdinand whispered, "It's just a little flame, Ronnie, don't make a fuss, you see we still have quite a few finished products."
As he showed the grilled skewers of meat on the side, Ramos and Marcelo were holding a skewer each in their hands, and they didn't seem to be planning on eating.
Ferdinand smiled and asked: "How does it taste, Real Madrid friend?"
“……” I don’t understand, I don’t understand.
Ramos and Marcelo opened their eyes, waved their hands innocently, and looked at Cristiano.
Damn it, even if they understood, they wouldn’t eat these two strings of charcoal-like stuff!
"Ronnie, would you like one?" Ferdinand asked.
"...No, I'll eat Kaka's, you guys can leave it for Sergio, he loves barbecue." Cristiano smiled, "Marcelo, come and help?" - He switched to Portuguese and looked at the Brazilian with a bitter face.
Marcelo's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he immediately followed Cristiano: "You are my Virgin Mary."
"Is it that bad?" Cristiano asked in a low voice.
"You don't want to know."
"..." Cristiano coughed lightly, left the Spaniard who didn't know what was going on, and carried Marcelo back to Kaka.
When Ramos wanted to leave with Marcelo and Chris, he was stopped by Ferdinand and Keane.
Ramos: ...?
Kaka stacked the roasted skewers neatly and beautifully. When he saw Cristiano coming back, he called the boy to come and eat while they were hot.
"This is Brazilian barbecue!" Marcelo grabbed the skewer and ate it in big mouthfuls.
Cristiano smiled as he took the skewer and stuffed it into his mouth. He then took another skewer and passed it to Kaka: "Have you eaten it?"
"Of course." Kaka smiled and took a bite of the skewer handed to him by Cristiano. "Marcelo came at the right time. I am almost overwhelmed here."
Cristiano took a look after hearing this, and then his eyes widened slightly: "Why do you have so many skewers here?"
As he was speaking, Benzema came over with another large bundle. He put down the raw ones, took the cooked ones, and returned to Van Nistelrooy and Van der Sar. He did it all in one go and very smoothly.
"Maybe it's because I'm the main person who can provide the barbecue tonight?" Kaka looked at Ferdinand.
Cristiano: “…”
Alan came over without knowing when, and took a few skewers of barbecue from Cristiano's plate as a matter of course: "Do you need help?"
"Are you English?" Marcelo asked.
Alan: “?”
"He is," Cristiano answered helpfully.
"That's not necessary. You have a face like that, which is enough for you to just sit there and wait for the food to be ready." Marcelo said quickly, "This is a privilege for handsome guys."
Cristiano burst out laughing, and Alan looked at him in confusion: "What did he say?"
"He said you're very good-looking and he's willing to bake you a ready-made one without your help," Cristiano replied.
"Oh..." Alan felt a little weird. He coughed and put down the barbecue in his hand. He pulled Cristiano over and whispered in the boy's ear, "You have to tell him that I don't like his style."
Cristiano: “……?”
"What are you two whispering about?" Marcelo saw Cristiano had a strange expression on his face and couldn't help but move closer and ask curiously.
Alan gave a fake smile and quickly turned and left.
"Hey, that handsome guy is gone? Are you really planning to just wait around and eat the ready-made food? That's really rude of you." Marcelo muttered.
Cristiano: “…”
The Portuguese scratched his hair in pain and chose to swallow the little misunderstanding.
Pepe came up a while later, choosing to take a soothing hot bath in the hotel first.
When Pepe also joined the barbecue army, Kaka, Marcelo and Pepe took over all the barbecue at the party, and also saved Ramos who was left on Ferdinand's side.
Several people simply sat at a long table, with Ferdinand and Keane sitting next to Ramos, saying they wanted to have a good discussion about what to do and what not to do on the court - for example, what you should do when the opposing players provoke or even attack your striker.
"By the way, Modric was also from Tottenham before? Do you have any impression of Bale who was on the same team with him?" Neville suddenly brought up a topic. As soon as he mentioned Bale's name, Keane and Ferdinand on the side immediately laughed.
Seeing the others laughing in unison, Cristiano raised his eyebrows slightly: "Bale? What's wrong?"
"One of your little fans," Neville said. "In the last league game against us, this guy scored a goal and imitated you, running to the sidelines and jumping up to celebrate, or at Old Trafford, and then guess what?"
Cristiano blinked, he didn't know this. He curiously pretended to listen attentively and motioned Neville to continue.
"The whole Old Trafford crowd stood up and danced, at least two-thirds of them did," Neville said. "Some sang your songs as if you were still there."
Cristiano was slightly surprised, then he subconsciously grinned happily.
"I'd say he was the best-treated opposition player at Old Trafford after scoring," Ferdinand added.
Ruud van Nistelrooy laughed and said, "When will you Manchester United people give up on Ronnie? You won't still be singing Viva Ronaldo in ten years, will you?"
Neville raised his eyebrows. "Ronnie will always be a child of the Theatre of Dreams. If he wants to come back, he will be welcome at any time. Any objections? Just keep it to yourself."
Fanny: “…”
Ramos, Benzema and several other Real Madrid players looked over curiously and asked Van Nistelrooy in a low voice what they were talking about.
Fanny touched the tip of his nose and acted as an interpreter.
"Wow." Ramos was a little surprised. "Is Cristiano so popular in England? I thought the English should hate him."
The World Cup, then leaving Manchester United, it all added up, at least that's what he heard in the media.
Ruud laughed softly when he heard that: "No, those people love him. Of course, I guess there are many who hate him. But maybe some people say I hate you Chris, but the first person they follow on social software is him? Just listen to the fans' words."
Ramos smiled thoughtfully, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said half-jokingly: "Then I have to hide Chris. I'm really afraid that he will be stolen by Manchester United."
Fanny: “…”
Listen, is this human language? No one would try to steal Ronnie, they would buy him! Manchester United is not short of money, at least for now.
But when they really met on the court later, Van Nistelrooy wanted to stuff his thoughts about tonight into his rectum. Damn it, no one wanted to steal Ronnie away. Those Manchester United people couldn't be more excessive.
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