Chapter 206
Just two days after Real Madrid lost to Bayern, the second leg of Manchester United's semi-final against Barcelona kicked off.
Cristiano and Kaka stayed at home and watched the game on TV. Chris prepared a large bowl of cod, and then Kaka brought sparkling water and Cristiano's special vegetable juice.
"Oh you understand me." Cristiano saw Kaka's green hands making vegetable juice, blinked, and showed a happy, soft smile.
Kaka bent down and placed the drink on the low coffee table, then kissed Cristiano on the forehead and smiled: "It's just a glass of juice, Cris, I can do much more than this."
Cristiano raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this. He raised his hand and pinched his lover's neck, licking his canine teeth and being amused: "Of course, I know."
He looked at the time and saw that there was less than half an hour left before the game was broadcast. He raised his chin and rubbed Kaka with a little regret.
The two adults had just snuggled into the sofa, and Luca and Junior also moved over with their own toys.
Cristiano looked over in surprise and said, "Shouldn't you guys go to bed?"
"But I don't want to sleep yet." Luca looked at Cristiano eagerly. He didn't even glance at his father.
He knew that Cristiano was the one who was more likely to be soft-hearted. In comparison, it was not that his father was difficult to talk to, but when facing Kaka, when he wanted to cheat, his father would always show an expression that made him want to reflect on himself. Kaka did not need to say anything, his eyes had such an effect.
Junior glanced at Luca, what a hateful Brazilian, actually acting like a spoiled child towards his father!
Junior quickly squeezed forward, and his eyes, which were very similar to Cristiano's, looked over eagerly: "Papa——"
Cristiano surrendered without any principles. He smiled helplessly: "Okay, okay, just this once. If Emma knew that you two didn't go to bed on time, she would definitely complain about Kaka and me."
Their German housekeeper, Emma, was given a day off and was not at the villa.
Tonight is a night that belongs exclusively to Ronaldo and Mr. Wright's family.
"Papa is the best!" Junior was used to acting like a spoiled child. He stretched out his hands to Cristiano without any burden and waited for a hug. He looked up at his father, and then the next second, he was hugged as he wished - by Kaka.
Junior almost screamed in his heart, but he didn't react because he knew that if he showed obvious reluctance, his father would look at him with worried eyes, and he didn't want to put his father in a dilemma again.
He puffed up his face and was picked up by Kaka with an expressionless face.
Cristiano picked up Luca and placed him on his lap. Junior held the ugly stuffed toy that looked like a duck and a penguin in his hand, staring at Luca and feeling secretly angry.
Fortunately, Cristiano was not idle at all. Luca was lying on his left thigh, and Junior was picked up by him on the right. He happily touched Junior's soft curly hair and laughed softly: "Junior, it's been a long time since you watched the game with Papa? It's best when you are this young."
Hearing this, Junior raised his head and looked into Cristiano's eyes. He stretched out his two short, fat little arms, hugged Cristiano's neck, rubbed it gently and said, "Even when I grow up, I will always watch the game with Papa."
"Really, Junior? Really? Really?" Cristiano laughed. He happily rubbed the little guy's soft face, which smelled a little like baby lotion, with his nose, and deliberately teased the little guy like a tape recorder.
He knew that Junior would eventually grow up, just like in his previous life, when his little Junior grew up he was more willing to behave like a little adult and was less willing to stick to him, but he was still very happy to hear Junior say that.
Junior was tickled by Cristiano and laughed. He nestled in Cristiano's arms and rubbed his father's shoulders. He held Cris tightly with both hands. He giggled and nodded: "Really, really, papa, Cris will always be with papa when he grows up."
Cristiano narrowed his eyes, hugged the little guy contentedly and gave him a big kiss. Junior nestled in his father's arms with peace of mind, lowered his head and rubbed it with satisfaction. He thought to himself, as long as his father didn't abandon him again, everything would be fine.
Luca looked back and forth between Cristiano and Junior with his round eyes. He opened his mouth and said "ahhh" twice, then fell into Cristiano's arms, forcing Chris to hug him as well.
But apparently this was not a burden for Cristiano at all. He held two chubby human cubs in each hand and raised his eyebrows happily at Kaka: "Look, they all like to stick to me."
Kaka glanced at Luca, who hid his face behind Cristiano's arm muscles and made a face at Kaka.
"He just likes to join in the fun. When he saw Junior being held by you, he asked for it too." Kaka knew his youngest son very well. He shook his head and laughed, "Don't spoil him. He's so heavy. Your hands will get sore later."
Luca choked, then slowly and reluctantly climbed off Cristiano's arms.
He is an obedient child, a good child who cares about adults.
Upon hearing this, Junior let go of his hand and said that he could sit on the sofa obediently.
Cristiano didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He kissed the two little ones, hugged one on each side, and hummed, "The children like to stick to me, so I have to hold them."
Kaka's eyelids twitched, and then he looked at the two little guys who were smiling and seemed a little proud. He pinched his nose and vaguely felt like he was raising three children.
The game started quickly, so the two adults didn't have much chance to bicker with each other. Junior was also busy watching the game. He certainly hoped that the uncles from Manchester could win the game.
"Barcelona launches a fierce attack! Xavi responds to the attack and immediately moves into the penalty area! Shoot!!"
"Van der Sar made a mistake in his save and the ball slipped out of his hands and rolled into the goal!"
"Rooney had a one-on-one chance!... He wasted a great opportunity!"
"If this ball was given to Ronaldo, he would probably have scored!"
Cristiano heard his name suddenly. He paused and touched his nose.
Junior nodded seriously.
At the end of the first half, Barcelona was leading Manchester United by one goal.
Manchester United failed to score a goal at home or away, and the pressure was huge. In the second leg at Camp Nou, which was Barcelona's territory, it would be even more difficult to score a goal. Ferguson stood on the sidelines with a gloomy face, which made people have no doubt about what kind of storm there would be when they returned to the locker room.
"Manchester United's defense was actually very good," Kaka said. "Keane, Fletcher, O'Shea... and Ferdinand's movement as central defenders meant that nothing was missed. Whether it was the goal in the first leg or the goal in the first half, they were all the result of Barcelona's teamwork and individual ability."
Cristiano nodded slightly, and in the midfield, Giggs, Scholes and others played equally obvious roles, but Rooney lacked a little sense of the ball today, and his performance was always inconsistent, and it was obvious that the last two Champions League games were very inconsistent.
Alan was unable to start in this game due to a muscle strain.
The commentator in the broadcast room also said: "Manchester United's current situation is a bit difficult. They lack an offensive player with finishing ability. They can look forward to the rise of tomorrow's star Rooney, but the performance of this British star is not stable enough. They need a big scene man, a big heart with an absolutely stable mentality."
The commentator's partner laughed when he heard this: "Like Ronaldo?"
"For example, Cristiano Ronaldo." The other party nodded in response as if jokingly, "Look, even if he only played for half an hour, he could still score a goal against Bayern in the Champions League. This is what Manchester United lacks."
"And we all know that if Cristiano Ronaldo was still at Manchester United, Ferguson would have made him play the whole game, and the final result would have been hard to predict."
Cristiano laughed softly and shook his head.
Junior looked up at his father and asked in a low voice: "Papa, why don't you stay in Manchester?"
Cristiano was stunned for a moment, he looked at Junior, he understood what Junior meant – he had already been to Real Madrid, and had achieved unparalleled glory here, why did he still come here? Manchester United in 2008 looked much more like a champion than Real Madrid.
"Because Real Madrid has always been the place where I dream of playing football, this has not changed." Cristiano said, "This battleship should set sail."
"I love Manchester, too, but you see, I have won all the honors I can there, so it's time for me to come here." Cristiano smiled. "When I have won what I want here, I will go to see the new world, or go back to see if there are any new challenges in England."
"Papa is a navigator." Junior looked at Cristiano with bright eyes.
"I can't stay in the same place all the time. I like challenges." Cristiano raised the corner of his mouth and rubbed Junior's curly hair. He turned his head and looked at Kaka, "You will join me, right?"
"Of course, Cris." Kaka nodded without hesitation.
Junior glanced at Kaka, then looked away and lay quietly on his father's chest.
The second half of the game started again. Manchester United played hard and diligently, but still failed to change the score.
In the end, Manchester United lost to Barcelona by two goals in the first and second legs, with Xavi and Eto'o scoring one goal each.
Cristiano lowered his eyes with regret. They both unfortunately withdrew from the Champions League stage in the semi-finals. If they wanted to meet on the field again, they might have to wait until next season.
Kaka turned off the TV, picked up the two boys who had fallen asleep, one in each hand. He looked at Chris and silently mouthed a signal for him to take the children back to the bedroom first.
Cristiano responded.
When Kaka returned downstairs, he noticed that his lover was sitting on the sofa in a daze.
"What are you thinking about?" Kaka sat over, put his arm against Cristiano's arm, and then naturally wrapped his arm around Cristiano's waist. Cristiano's waist and back were typical and beautiful, wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, with a slender waist but clear lines and full muscles.
Cristiano moved slightly, then said: "I'm thinking about this season."
“The season is almost over,” he said.
The only titles they can still compete for are the King's Cup and the League, and he wants to win them all.
"The King's Cup final is in two weeks. I want to win it. Not only that game, but also the league. I want it all. Am I too greedy?"
"Of course not," Kaka said, looking into Cristiano's eyes. "I just know that if the king says he wants it, then he will get it. His loyal knights will stand behind him and support him without hesitation."
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