Chapter 20
After watching the game, the Portuguese returned to their hotel.
The final will be held in a few days. Cristiano knows that his body is ready in all aspects, but his heart is like a fallen leaf floating on the water, hanging in the air.
Cristiano thought that perhaps a call to Kaka would greatly ease his emotions - Kaka has always been his emotional stabilizer, and his lover always has such magical power.
But he gave up after failing to get through after dialing once. After all, Kaka was also training intensively for the Champions League one month later.
As a professional player, Cristiano washed his face and said to himself, you are not the real 19-year-old Ronaldo, show your level.
He quickly adjusted his mood, put on his training jacket, and strode out of the hotel.
He had to go to training, and that made him feel more secure.
After three days of intensive training, head coach Scolari has arranged more flexible and orderly changes and counterattack strategies based on the tactical changes of the Greek team in the last six games. They have to get familiar with this.
The advantage and key of the Greek team is that they are as orderly as a military team. Their attack and defense were so orderly that there were almost no loopholes. However, Portugal in the previous life was completely disrupted by such attacks and was unable to play to its original advantages.
Scolari's temporary change is undoubtedly a risky gamble, but the coach is still young and he dares to fight hard instead of conservatively using the same lineup from beginning to end.
Tactical changes were not too much of a challenge for this golden generation with tacit cooperation, and even more so for Cristiano.
In his previous life, he had watched that losing game repeatedly after he became famous, and wondered what changes they could make if it happened again.
He has simulated the replays of many lost matches in his mind. Although it is impossible to repeat the lost matches, such replays have made him perform better and more irresistible in subsequent matches.
After the last team training, all teammates left the training ground one after another, but Cristiano chose to stay and practice free kick penalties.
When he finally finished his training, he noticed that his phone had several missed calls, all of which were stuck.
Cristiano called back immediately.
Ever since they had been together, he had noticed that Kaka would always show signs of panic and anxiety when he couldn't get through to him on the phone. Even though his lover tried to hide these negative and bad emotions, he still felt them.
He guessed it had something to do with his previous life, but he didn't know what his lover had been through.
For him, what he experienced was a slow and unraveling process of powerlessness and pain, but when he completely lost consciousness and faced death, he woke up the next second and found himself in this world. He and Kaka were suddenly connected again after the dreamlike game, and it was incredibly beautiful.
But he is sure that for Kaka, they are different.
Just like he always keeps silent about why Kaka was also reborn here, he is avoiding the death of his lover in the previous life, and Kaka may be the same.
Cristiano asked once, but Kaka just kissed his lips and eyes over and over again, his breath trembling, and each kiss was so light that he had an illusion that if it was heavier, he would be so fragile that he would break and disappear.
Cristiano couldn't ask any more questions. He couldn't bear to see his lover's expression like that again. It would break his heart.
But he knew that the situation was gradually getting better, as long as they were together and as long as he could give them enough sense of security.
——And Cristiano has always been generous in expressing his love and sincerity to Kaka.
Cristiano called Kaka back while walking towards the hotel.
The phone rang for a while and no one answered. He looked at the time. Maybe Kaka was taking a shower?
As he was thinking this and about to hang up the phone, a familiar cell phone ringtone came from right in front of him, getting closer and closer.
Cristiano was stunned for a moment, and looked up in disbelief towards the other end of the dim path. It seemed that someone was striding towards him.
sky.
Cristiano opened his mouth slightly in astonishment: "Kaka?!"
He trotted forward quickly. He couldn't be more familiar with that figure!
Kaka caught Cris who was running towards him: "Cris!"
"I thought you were in Milan? God, why do you always give me surprises like this?" Cristiano hugged his lover tightly.
He tilted his head and took a deep breath into Kaka's neck, suppressing the emotions surging in his chest. His voice became hoarse.
God knows how much he wanted to hug his lover during training. Even if he didn't say anything or do anything, as long as Kaka was here, it was enough.
He never thought this would actually be achieved.
Even though, even though Milan has no game at the moment, their upcoming Champions League is undoubtedly the most important, and Kaka should be training there.
Cristiano knew very well that Liverpool's reversal was as frustrating for Kaka as their European Cup.
"Even during training there is a rest window, except for training addicts like you." Kaka joked.
"We can still spare a day and a half to watch a very meaningful and high-level game. Ancelotti also agrees." Kaka knew what Cristiano was thinking. His thoughts were always written on his face and were very easy to guess. He smiled and said, "They will come by tomorrow's flight. I just arrived one night early."
"Besides, didn't you say that having me by your side can bring you luck?" Kaka hugged his lover's thin but resilient waist.
He leaned his head against Chris's head buried in his neck, smiled and pushed it hard, rubbed his tall nose against Chris's ear, and kissed the sensitive skin: "Although I think that is what you deserve and has nothing to do with luck. But I think, tonight and tomorrow, I need to be by your side."
Cristiano's eyes were hot. He didn't bother to hide his desire to cry in front of his lover. It was not shameful.
He nodded vigorously, his tears rubbing against his lover's clothes, and murmured softly: "I need it, yes, Kaka, I need you."
Kaka's heart softened, feeling sour and bitter. His palms were large and warm. He pressed the back of his lover's head and completely gathered the boy under his arms: "So I'm here, Cris."
"Besides, I also want to see you hold up the trophy with my own eyes on the field tomorrow." Kaka smiled. He did not kiss his lover's eyes or lips, his favorite places.
They were still outside, and such a passionate kiss would have been too much even for two football players - if they were on the pitch, it might have been a different matter.
Kaka once again looked forward in his heart to the day when they would fight side by side again.
He hugged Chris tightly and then let go: "For me, for you, for glory, Cristiano, tomorrow the Luz Stadium will personally witness you holding up the dream and glory of Europa."
Cristiano held their clasped hands tightly, lowered his head and nodded vigorously.
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