Chapter 200
After returning to Madrid, everything continued as planned, with games and training as usual.
In the first leg of the Champions League semi-finals, Real Madrid faced a strong opponent, Bayern Munich.
Real Madrid played at home, and the Bernabeu was like a roaring lion. After Cristiano scored a free kick, he assisted Benzema to score a goal in the second half. Both the shot and the pass were particularly beautiful and technical, so that even the picky Melco could not boo in this game.
The Spanish media began to portray Real Madrid as a sleeping lion, but now, this sleeping lion has awakened and is about to stretch out its claws and launch a fierce sprint towards the Champions League and all championships.
Florentino watched the game in the directors' box at the Bernabeu, a smirk of satisfaction on his face.
So far, his performance since taking over the club has been good enough - when he bought the Portuguese from the Scottish old man without hesitation at such a sky-high price, most people thought it was an extremely risky deal, but now, this sky-high deal is about to prove his courage and boldness, his decisiveness and acumen.
There is no doubt that Cristiano Ronaldo is his trump card and a shortcut for Real Madrid to lift the Champions League trophy.
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As winter turned to spring, it started to rain more in Madrid.
The weather in Madrid was so cold that Cristiano quickly put on a woolen hat and gloves during training.
Of course, he didn't forget to prepare for Kaka as well. Brazilians are more afraid of the cold than he is.
"It's too cold." Cristiano rubbed his hands and muttered. Ramos next to him seemed to not feel the cold at all. He was wearing one less layer than him and jumped around next to him, bringing up a chilly convection air.
Cristiano shuddered, wrinkled his nose, and pushed Ramos away: "Go to the side, I'm freezing."
Whenever he spoke or exhaled, white mist came out and the tip of his nose was slightly red from the cold. When a gust of wind blew by, he wished he could hold the woolen hat on his head tightly with both hands to prevent even a bit of cold wind from getting in.
Ramos looked at Cristiano and reached out to grab the woolen hat on Cristiano's head with amusement: "Is it that cold? Look at you, you're almost like a penguin."
Raul looked over and saw Cristiano holding his hat with both hands against his ears. He was wearing a winter training suit and probably a warm inner layer. He looked very warm and like a chubby penguin.
Cristiano dodged nimbly, rolled his eyes and ran behind Kaka. The Brazilian, who was also afraid of the cold, was fully armed and put his hands in his pockets.
Raul burst out laughing when he saw this: "Two penguins, great."
"Okay gentlemen, let's start training. Can those two penguins over there be moved over here?" Casillas greeted with a smile.
Cristiano couldn't help but grin. He blinked, raised his eyebrows at Kaka, and motioned Kaka to look at him.
Then he turned to Casillas, made two strange noises in his throat, and walked over like a penguin: "Iker, Iker, hey, is this your lost little penguin?"
Casillas was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud: "Oh my God, Chris, you are really..."
The teammates around him were all laughing so hard that they bent over. The Portuguese's funny and playful appearance was simply the most interesting scenery in the boring training.
Benzema pinched Cristiano's ears and jokingly asked: "Will the ears of little penguins also turn red from the cold?"
Cristiano shrank his neck. Before he could figure out how to strike back beautifully, Kaka, who was a few steps behind him, came up and pulled his arm with a smile: "Excuse me, let me take care of this little penguin."
Marcelo on the side booed in a booing manner. Who didn’t know that these two people went to get off work together every day?
Cristiano chuckled and even forgot to hit back at Benzema.
They had been practicing outside on the soccer field for less than an hour when rain began to fall, sharpening the chill in the air.
"It's better to have rain during training than during a match," Guti said, looking at Ramos and others who were quietly complaining about the rain.
Cristiano agreed.
However, the deputy captain's words came true, and the next city derby against Atletico Madrid was a rainy game.
"This is a match between the second and third place in the league standings! It's also a fierce derby in the same city! If Real Madrid wants to snatch the league title from Barcelona, then they can't afford to lose this game!" The commentator introduced the situation of the game in the broadcast room.
"Real Madrid's lineup has been announced. Van Nistelrooy has returned from injury and officially returned to the starting lineup. Similarly, Casillas also appeared in Mourinho's squad. Benzema is still on the front line. It seems that Mourinho is willing to give him a chance..."
Real Madrid played away and it was drizzling at the Calderon Stadium.
Cristiano put on black gloves in the player tunnel, the kind with exposed knuckles, and breathed shallowly from his mouth, exhaling white mist.
He jumped twice in place in the long and narrow corridor, and then heard the entrance announcement from the radio outside the venue.
The players ran out of the tunnel one after another, and there was warm cheering on the field. The drizzle over Calderon could not dampen the enthusiasm of the fans.
Ramos glanced over at Cristiano and their eyes met. He grinned at Cristiano and mouthed, "Are you cold, little penguin?"
Cristiano: “…”
He pulled his long sleeves closer to his palms and curled his fingers.
nonsense.
“The game begins!”
Although there was a drizzle, the rain was not heavy and the lawn was not much different from a grassland that had been overwatered, a little slippery but generally controllable.
Atletico Madrid's players, wearing their red and white home jerseys and blue shorts that looked like Captain America's bed sheets, attacked from the left side of the field to the right side. This city derby was full of gunpowder from the start.
Whether it is Atletico Madrid or Real Madrid, this game is equally important for both teams. The league has entered the countdown stage. The win or loss of each game is very likely to allow them to leap to the next position, or be pulled down from a high position. The points of the top three teams are closely linked.
If Real Madrid wins this game, their points will temporarily surpass Barcelona and they will be at the top of the league standings. If Atletico Madrid wins, the second and third places will be swapped, and Real Madrid will be further away from the top spot.
You can imagine how exciting this game is.
"Guti got the ball on the wing! He quickly accelerated and sprinted towards Atletico's penalty area! The defender seemed to be a step slow... the linesman signaled offside!" The live commentary broadcast at a very fast speed.
Guti stopped when he heard that. He quickly glanced at the other side of the court, then at the opponent player who was always half a step behind him, and he knew that he was offside. He kicked the ball away angrily and grabbed a handful of hair wet by the rain and put it behind his ears.
Raul clapped his hands gently at him, which made the hot-tempered Golden Wolf suppress his anger.
After Atletico Madrid players quickly passed the ball, they immediately organized an attack in the midfield and pressed forward towards the Real Madrid goal.
The audience let out a cry of surprise or regret, and then the commentator said loudly: "Atletico Madrid's left winger Simao fired a long shot towards Real Madrid's goal! Too dangerous! The ball missed the goal post by a little bit!"
Ramos and Pepe also suddenly tensed up and broke out in cold sweats. Several defenders looked at each other, and then they heard Casillas yelling at them to tighten their defense.
"Real Madrid's defense is still a little immature, but fortunately they have a strong and reliable goalkeeper." The commentator said jokingly, then changed the subject, "But no matter what, the defenders still need to grow up as soon as possible, and can't be easily penetrated..."
The narrator stopped talking before he could finish his words: "Wait, there's more!"
The ball was shot off target and did not go directly out of the baseline. After being saved, it was passed back to the left side. There was no one defending the left side. Atletico Madrid's left winger Simao immediately seized the opportunity and shot it hard!
Ramos immediately flew to save the ball, and the referee blew the whistle at the same time the ball was blocked! The Atletico players around the penalty area also quickly raised their arms to signal the referee for a foul!
"Ramos' arm had an inconspicuous tendency to spread out slightly, and the ball did hit his upper arm. It seems that there is a high probability that it will be a penalty kick." said the commentator.
Ramos was still a little confused, but soon, Raul and Guti rushed to the referee to complain and tried to explain something to the referee.
Atletico Madrid players rushed up immediately, pushed Guti away and pushed him angrily.
The referee blew the whistle and pointed to the penalty spot——
Simao took the penalty and hit it!
"A penalty! Ramos gave away a penalty just halfway through the first half! Atletico Madrid leads 1-0!"
Ramos covered his face, exhaled deeply, and looked at the goal on Casillas' end in a daze. Guti shook his hand away angrily. In the Calderon Stadium, the cheers of Atletico fans were loud and loud.
Kaka shook his head slightly at Cristiano. No one wanted to see this situation, but since it happened, they had no choice but to accept it.
He glanced at Ramos and said nothing, but just ran to his position. They had to catch up with the score and overtake. Time was not a problem, but they had to create opportunities and seize them.
Mourinho was so angry that he rolled his eyes on the sidelines. He didn't bother to say anything and just sat back in his chair, waiting to give these people a good and memorable lesson during the half-time break.
When Cristiano ran past Ramos, he quickly pinched his neck and whispered, "Don't be discouraged, we will get back on track. This is not all your fault, okay?"
The Spaniard with long hair wet by the rain looked dejected like a wet golden retriever. Cristiano hadn't seen Ramos like this for a long time. He gently pulled Ramos' long hair, as if it was some tacit prank, and made Ramos turn his head to look.
Ramos blinked, he had rarely heard Cristiano call him like this, but he had to admit that Cristiano did help at this moment, at least he felt better.
It was indeed his fault, he shouldn't have missed it, but he did need someone standing by his side, he couldn't listen to the angry roars of Real Madrid fans behind him alone, even though it was normal and every player had to go through this.
Cristiano didn't say anything else. Ramos won't need this in a few years, but this now? He was sure Ramos needed a little help, just as he had been helped by Ramos.
He put his arm around the other person's shoulders with a little force, then quickly ran over.
"Real Madrid is under great threat. Although they are only leading by one goal, Atletico is not a weak team either. It takes a lot of courage and confidence to equalize the score or even overtake the opponent at their home ground," said the commentator.
As the commentator and his partner were talking in the broadcast room, the situation on the field suddenly changed. Marcelo intercepted the ball in the midfield defense and passed the ball to Kaka's feet. Cristiano immediately made a gesture to Kaka and quickly moved forward.
Kaka started running almost at the same time as Cristiano gestured to him, and dribbled the ball through the midfield at almost the same frequency as Cristiano. The two of them were like two crossed bullets, and their extremely threatening runs caused a bit of chaos in the opponent's defense.
Kaka seized the opportunity without hesitation and immediately passed the ball to Cristiano, but the opponent's defender stretched out his foot in time and the ball touched the opponent's calf, deflected, and quickly jumped towards the goal.
Cristiano accelerated as fast as he could to catch up with the ball. It was almost a one-on-one situation. He raised his foot and shot without any adjustment!
Fast and low, the ball hits the blind corner of the goal!
The goalkeeper flew but failed to stop the ball, and everyone almost jumped up to celebrate! However, the next second, the referee indicated that the goal was invalid.
"Offside! This goal was offside, what a pity! Real Madrid's equalizing goal near the end of the first half was invalid. This is a blow to Real Madrid's morale." The commentator sighed, "Did Cristiano Ronaldo seem to be talking to himself? He looked very frustrated and angry. This goal was indeed beautiful, but unfortunately, it was invalid due to offside."
The whistle for the end of the first half blew, and the players slowly stopped running and returned to the locker room.
Cristiano sat on the long bench with his lips pursed and without saying a word, biting the corner of his jersey which was dirty and covered in mud to wipe the sweat off his face. For a moment, no one spoke in the locker room.
"We have to win." He spoke suddenly, his voice was bright and loud, "We haven't played to our full potential. This is not our level. I mean, everyone has to focus 120% on this game. We have to win!"
Cristiano's desire for victory was almost urgent and obsessive, especially in a game like this, especially when the opponent was leading so unreasonably, he could not accept losing the game.
His eyes were bright and fierce, like a leopard.
Ramos was the first to respond. He raised his fist and waved his arm fiercely: "We must win!"
Not long after he finished speaking, Mourinho also entered the locker room. He pushed open the door of the locker room without using any force, and it made a "bang" sound, making the locker room suddenly silent.
After a short halftime break, all the players returned to the field to warm up again.
"Welcome back to the broadcast room, the second half of the game has begun!"
At the beginning of the second half, Real Madrid launched a very fast lightning attack. Cristiano and Benzema attacked from both sides, Van Nistelrooy pushed forward, and Raul connected the attack in the middle. Modric squeezed past the Atletico defender who tried to steal the ball and made a straight cross. Raul quickly cooperated with Guti to cross the ball to both sides and press forward.
"Atletico's left side was penetrated! Raul shot directly! The ball was saved by the goalkeeper! The defender cleared the ball, but did not kick it out, and the ball was intercepted by Cristiano!"
"Cristiano adjusted the ball, there were too many people in front of the goal, and it was too difficult to find space!" The commentator spoke quickly.
Cristiano was seen dribbling the ball and making a bicycle kick. A defender in front of him was suddenly shaken away, and Cristiano immediately seized the opportunity! Take advantage of every opportunity! Raise your foot and shoot outside the penalty area!
The defender who was shaken off had no time to turn around and defend. He instinctively stretched out his legs to block the ball, and raised his foot high, just hitting Cristiano's left ankle as he volleyed the ball.
The two of them lost their balance unexpectedly and fell to the ground at the same time.
"Oh my God! This kick must have caused Ronaldo a lot of pain!" The commentator in the broadcast room subconsciously gasped and exclaimed when he saw this.
Cristiano only felt a sharp and piercing pain in his ankle, forcing him to curl up his whole body and press his head against the grass to endure the severe pain that almost made him want to scream.
Kaka noticed the situation here almost at the same time. His pupils shrank suddenly, and he ran over quickly without even checking whether the ball went into the goal or not: "Cris?!"
He tried to stretch out his lover who was curled up in pain, and then he saw Cristiano's white socks soaked in blood. He took a sudden breath and said, "Oh my God..."
Cristiano reached out his hand to Kaka, breathing rapidly because of the pain. His forehead and cheeks were covered with grass debris from leaning against the grass for too long. The cold sweat from the pain flowed from his forehead to his eyes and then slid down his chin. He said in a hoarse voice: "Pull me, Kaka."
"No, no, don't move, Cristiano, until the team doctor comes!" Kaka pursed his lips, his expression so stiff as if he had lost the ability to control his muscles.
Soon, they were surrounded by other people, the team doctor also hurried onto the field, Van Nistelrooy and Raul came over nervously, while Ramos and Pepe, who were further away, also ran over slowly, gasping for breath and noticing how bad Cristiano's injury looked.
"Oh my God." Ramos' face turned slightly pale as he watched the team doctor carefully and slowly take off Cristiano's socks. The blood was stuck to the fibers of the socks, and the wound on his ankle was kicked open by the studs of the shoes. It made people's scalp tingle just by looking at it.
Pepe's face darkened: "Fucking bastard!"
Raul quickly stood up and held Pepe down. He took a deep breath and said softly, "The last thing we need right now is a card, okay? Let's see how Chris is doing first."
"No bones are injured, this is good news." The team doctor heard this and breathed a sigh of relief. He sprayed a quick-acting pain-relieving spray on Cristiano's ankle, which quickly stopped the bleeding. He looked over to Mourinho on the sidelines, and before he had time to communicate with the head coach, he heard his Portuguese subordinate ask -
"It's not a bone injury, it's just a flesh wound, right?" he said, "Then I can still play, right?"
Kaka looked over suddenly, his jaw tightened, and he subconsciously tightened his grip on the other person's arm: "Cristiano!"
Ramos, Benzema and others also reacted. Benzema subconsciously looked at Cristiano's ankle again. Even the medical cleaning pad under his feet was glaringly bloody. The wound had indeed stopped bleeding, but the bloodstains around it were only wiped and there were still obvious traces. It looked shocking, not to mention the appearance of the skin and flesh turned outward.
He dared to say that if he put on the socks, the friction with the socks would definitely drive him crazy with pain.
“Cristiano!” Ramos stared at the other man’s eyes, but within two seconds, he gave up and covered his eyes, groaning in annoyance, “What the hell…”
They had to win, that was what they had said together in the locker room, and he could still see the determination and desire to win in Cristiano's eyes.
Fanny took a deep look at Cristiano. He grabbed the boy's completely wet curly hair twice and whispered, "If you can't hold on, call for help immediately. Do you understand?"
Cristiano nodded.
The team doctor and Mourinho are communicating about Cristiano's injury. On the field, after treating his ankle, Cristiano took a new pair of socks and open-toed soles. He slowly moved his injured foot. Even though he used painkillers, the piercing pain just now was still in his muscle memory, causing him to subconsciously slow down his movements.
He put on the support first, Kaka looked at him in silence with a cold face, Cristiano observed his lover's appearance with the corner of his eyes, he curled the corner of his mouth slightly without leaving a trace, he knew Kaka would not agree, and would probably be extremely angry, but he could not retreat, as long as he could still play, he could not leave the field when the team needed him the most.
He tried twice on purpose but failed to get all five of his toes into the tight, elastic little opening. Ramos on the side couldn't bear to watch and wanted to squat down and put the shoes on Cristiano directly, but before the other party made a move, Kaka took the sole from Cristiano's hand, pursed his lips, and put the shoes on Cristiano without saying a word.
When the extremely elastic fabric covered his ankles, Kaka almost held his breath and rolled it up carefully. He stared at Cristiano's expression, as if he would immediately stop what he was doing if the other party moved his eyebrows slightly.
Cristiano just smiled at him and whispered, "Actually, I don't feel any pain now. The spray works very quickly."
Kaka didn't say anything. He took the socks again and held Cristiano's ankle with one hand. His palm was much bigger than the opponent's ankle, so he could completely cover it with one hand. Kaka put on the white socks and guards carefully and properly.
Cristiano also breathed a sigh of relief. Facing Kaka's cold face was really tormenting.
He stretched out his hand eagerly to his lover. Kaka took a deep breath, caught Cristiano with both hands, and slowly and carefully and forcefully pulled Cristiano up.
"How does it feel?" he asked quietly.
"No problem." Cristiano grinned and gave a thumbs up.
Kaka didn't say anything else, and Mourinho made a decision - he did not make any substitutions, choosing to trust Cristiano to stay on the field.
"Cristiano Ronaldo is still on the field and has not been replaced! Maybe the injury is not as serious as we thought? This is undoubtedly good news!" The commentator said happily when he saw this.
The condensation spray did make Cristiano feel no pain for a short time, and after jogging a few times, he quickly put the injury behind him.
The previous goal was kicked down by the opponent's defensive player during the volley, and the ball flew out against the crossbar and failed to help the team equalize the score.
But fortunately, the second half of the game has just begun.
"Cristiano's movement looks smooth, no problem!" said the commentator. "Marcelo steals the ball! Another fast break!"
"The ball is given to Kaka! Kaka is dribbling deep into the penalty area! Is he planning to shoot directly?" The commentator leaned forward with a little excitement, "Passing the ball to Benzema on the right is also a good option!"
"Kaka shot directly! The ball went wide of the post. He was a bit too hasty." The commentator sighed softly.
Benzema glanced at Kaka. He was very sure that his position just now was very suitable. However, when he met Kaka's eyes, he suddenly didn't want to say anything. The other party looked like he was eager to prove something, but Benzema thought in his heart that he knew very well that the more anxious you are, the more likely you are to get what you want.
Now, he didn't know whether the outcome of this game would be good or bad, he couldn't guess at all.
Kaka's direct shot made Mourinho so angry that he didn't know what to say. All he could see was the Portuguese in the coaching booth waving his arms with rich body language.
Cristiano just looked at Kaka, clapped his hands slightly at Kaka, and started jogging slowly.
Kaka took a deep breath, looked at Cristiano and nodded slightly. He knew that he was impulsive just now. He just had a fire in his chest with nowhere to vent, and he just wanted to kick out.
He ran past Benzema and patted the Frenchman on the arm.
Faced with the obviously intensified offensive trend here, Atletico Madrid could only return to defense little by little and increase the intensity of defense. However, Real Madrid, eager to score a goal, was like an enraged trapped beast in the Colosseum, bombarding the goal frantically.
"Real Madrid gets a corner kick!"
This was the second corner kick in the second half. Guti came to the penalty corner and looked into the penalty area, with thoughts flashing through his mind - Van Nistelrooy, Raul, Chris...
"The ball landed in front! Cristiano Ronaldo jumped high and headed the ball!!!"
"GOOOOOOOOOAL - the ball goes in! Guti takes the corner kick and Ronaldo heads the ball high into the goal! In the 69th minute of the game, Real Madrid equalized the score!"
"Oh my god, he jumped so high! Almost higher than the horizontal post?! He doesn't look like he just injured his ankle!"
Cristiano was immediately hugged by Ruud van Nistelrooy and Raul to celebrate. Ruud van Nistelrooy pinched Cristiano's face and pressed it against his forehead excitedly: "Ronnie! You scored! Great! Ronnie!"
Raul only touched the ends of the boy's hair. He happily pulled a few handfuls of the boy's curls and went to celebrate with other teammates.
Cristiano chuckled, he looked past Van Nistelrooy at Kaka and stretched out his arms to Kaka.
Kaka paused, then walked over, leaned on Cristiano's shoulder, lowered his eyes and said nothing.
"Don't worry, Kaka, we have time. Don't let a little accident disrupt your rhythm." Cristiano whispered, breathing, as if his breathing had just quickened and became more rapid because of the goal he had just scored. He tapped Kaka's chest, "Follow your rhythm, I will hear it."
Kaka looked at Cristiano, and the young Portuguese just raised his eyebrows, gave him a tight hug, and then trotted away.
Cristiano slowly retreated to the midfield position. He exchanged glances with Raul Guti, and the two of them crossed paths and moved forward.
"Cristiano seems to be consciously reducing his running. Is it because of his previous injury?" The commentator noticed this obvious change. "The offensive momentum seems to be a little sluggish. This is not good news for Real Madrid. Why not make a substitution first?"
"Who should we replace? There are too few players who can be replaced in Real Madrid's forward line." said the partner.
Obviously the opposing players also noticed Cristiano's situation. Losing an offensive player was undoubtedly a good thing for them. The only remaining threats were Raul and Van Nistelrooy.
The camera on the field also frequently gave close-ups of Cristiano, and soon the commentator noticed the faint pink color around the ankles of Cristiano's socks.
"It looks like the wound has opened again," the commentator said sharply.
"But he didn't ask for a substitution, and his movement still looked smooth." His partner frowned slightly, "Maybe the drug is still taking effect and he doesn't feel the pain?"
"Maybe." The commentator said softly.
Although Cristiano returned to the midfield position, he was still troublesome. The Atletico Madrid players never expected that Cristiano, who was active in the midfield area, would be even more troublesome.
"Ronaldo hit the ball with his heel, without any eye contact or even looking at the opponent, and passed it directly to Guti! This is so cool!"
After Guti got the ball, he trotted two steps and immediately passed the ball back to Cristiano. The two of them slowly pulled the opponent's defense line out of the air attack.
Cristiano made eye contact with Kaka on the other side of the field for a moment, then he made a long pass, the ball went straight through the defense line, and quickly drew a very sharp C-shaped arc on the grass, rolling to the other side of the field!
Kaka suddenly accelerated before Cristiano passed the ball and rushed forward quickly.
"Ronaldo made a long pass! Kaka made a direct shot from outside the penalty area! The ball went in!!! The goal was valid!! Real Madrid overtook Atletico Madrid 2-1!!"
"Take another look at this pass! Cristiano Ronaldo's incredible ability to read the ball in long space!! The ball actually drew a C-curve on the grass! The power and control of this pass are too amazing!? It's like an alien!"
When the whistle blew to signal the end of the game, Cristiano grinned happily, sat down on the grass, and didn't want to move anymore.
Kaka rushed over, lay on Cristiano, pressed tightly against his sweaty neck, and hugged Cristiano tightly.
Cristiano fell to the grass under Kaka's force. He laughed so hard that his chest shook. He hugged Kaka with both hands and whispered, "See, I said it, I will hear your voice."
He pointed at Kaka's chest again and smiled. Before he could say anything else, his teammates - Ramos, Guti, Marcelo all ran over and were about to jump up to celebrate and cheer together when Benzema suddenly noticed Cristiano's globe socks.
He gasped, "Your wound opened again? Chris?!"
Kaka froze slightly when he heard that, and looked down suddenly, only to see that the red color on Cristiano's ankle had turned completely dark and bright.
Cristiano moved his arms, supported himself on the ground and stood up, grinning: "Hiss, maybe?"
After the adrenaline slowly faded away, the pain suddenly became extremely clear and sharp. Cristiano bit the soft flesh in his mouth, waved his hand to indicate that it was nothing, and turned around with his teammates to thank the audience.
Kaka stared at Cristiano's ankles and noticed that although Cristiano seemed to be walking smoothly, his center of gravity was quickly pressed to the other side when he walked. It was obvious that he had endured this for a long time.
Perhaps the pain, friction and cracking of the wound began from the moment he retreated to the midfield to do more supporting and connecting.
As soon as Cristiano walked into the player tunnel after the thank-you ceremony, Benzema and Kaka supported him on each side.
"Okay, okay, I'm not that bad, am I?" Cristiano joked jokingly, but no one paid attention to his joke. Even Marcelo, who was always very supportive, stared at his feet with a stern face and said nothing, making him subconsciously want to shrink back.
The team doctor quickly received the message and carefully cut open the socks with scissors.
Ramos sat on the floor of the locker room, staring at the team doctor's hands, and suddenly said: "Hey, be gentle, that's human flesh, not a silicone doll."
Team doctor: “…”
Cristiano: "...Thank you, Sergio, but just shut up."
Everyone saw that Cristiano's ankle was badly rubbed. Marcelo covered his forehead, turned his back and gasped.
"Mr. Ronaldo, although there is no bone injury, you need to rest for at least one to two weeks. I mean, this includes suspending training." The team doctor warned seriously. He had to sew three stitches on Cristiano's ankle.
Cristiano stared at the needle piercing his flesh, the pain making him subconsciously clench his fists, he groaned and nodded, he would get better soon, he had a cheating stuff.
Mourinho quickly came over after finishing the interview that was blocking the player tunnel. Seeing this, he frowned slightly. He didn't say anything, but just pinched Cristiano's shoulders twice: "Good job. Go back to the bus first, you won't be needed for the later interviews. Kaka, you take him back?"
"I'll lend a hand," Ramos quickly added.
Mourinho glanced away and acquiesced.
Ramos's penalty at the press conference will probably be criticized repeatedly, and it's good that Ramos was not there.
The two players who scored the goal and the defender who might be criticized did not attend the post-match interview. The reporters were extremely bored, and the questions naturally shifted to Cristiano's injury.
"Did Cristiano not take part in the post-match interview because his injury was so serious?"
"He will be back in the game soon," Mourinho replied.
Benzema said quietly: "His ankle looked terrible. I was very sad. The team doctor sewed him up in the locker room after the game. His wound broke open again in the second half of the game, but the fans may only see his goals and assists."
The player who attacked Cristiano even only received a yellow card.
Benzema didn't say it out loud. He knew that if he said it, it would bring him a lot of trouble, but he was indeed very angry in his heart.
He took a deep breath. He had already said a lot today. Damn it, he wanted to go back to the bus now. He would rather switch with Ramos, but unfortunately he spoke a step too late and was beaten to the punch by that guy.
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