Chapter 208
"After 16 years of waiting, the Spanish King's Cup trophy finally returns to Real Madrid's hands!"
"This is a night worth remembering! A night worth partying all night long!"
The commentator in the broadcast room continued his commentary, while the players on the field returned to the locker room for a brief rest.
The Real Madrid dressing room was bustling with champagne spilling everywhere.
Ramos and Guti still had foam on their hair, and they ran out with jerseys and bath towels tied around their waists, dancing to the sound of champagne and cannons.
"We are the champions!!" Raul roared with laughter, pointing at Cristiano, "Cristiano! Stand up! You have to say something today!"
Cristiano, who was called out, was sitting on a long bench, wiping the broken skin on his feet with an iodine cotton swab in his hand.
After a game, even with the protection of shin guards, just based on the "special treatment" he received, the shin guards could only provide partial protection, and his feet, calves, and arms were all scratched and broken.
Cristiano couldn't help but grin when he heard what Raul said.
He raised his eyebrows, stood up obediently, put his hands on Pepe's shoulders beside him, and jumped happily to the music: "I have nothing to say, Captain! I am very happy!"
The adrenaline rush after the game had not yet subsided, and the stinging of the flesh wounds only made them feel more excited.
Cristiano grinned foolishly, the feeling of winning was so charming that it made him feel that all the injuries he suffered could be offset and it was worth it.
He grabbed a towel from somewhere, shouted happily, waved it high, and once again raised the colorful ribbons floating in the air. Cristiano said loudly: "Also, this is just the beginning, we will have more championships!"
Kaka also laughed.
But he stopped Cristiano from stepping onto the bench restlessly and pressed an iodine cotton swab on the wound that was still bleeding.
Cristiano immediately took a breath, opened his eyes wide and turned to his lover, and saw Kaka looking at him with a smile, shaking his head slightly with a hint of disapproval: "Apply the medicine first, Cris."
"Oh." Cristiano blinked, raised his arms and feet obediently and handed it to Kaka.
Ramos noticed the commotion and came over to watch: "Tsk, those guys are really ruthless. I haven't seen that many times on the field."
"Do you think Puyol on the opposite side said the same thing to you in the locker room?" Modric smiled when he heard it. Let him see that Ramos has never been soft-hearted.
After he finished speaking, he came over to take a look, and only then did he see that a small piece of flesh on Cristiano's calf had been pushed outward by the spikes.
The Croatian gasped softly. “Damn it. I take that back.”
Ramos let out a low laugh, "Sese accepts."
Modric rolled his eyes and ignored Ramos. He whispered, "Let the team doctor take care of it? Cristiano?"
He frowned, bent down, supported his knees with his hands and looked for a few times. Although he asked Cristiano, he turned his head to look at Kaka, as if Kaka was the one who made the decision.
Kaka looked at Cristiano when he saw this. Cristiano smiled and took the cotton swab from Kaka's hand and used it himself: "It's just a small spot. Just put a band-aid on it. Isn't that what other people do?"
Kaka guessed what Cristiano would say. He smiled helplessly and looked at Modric: "Look, you heard it."
The Croatian choked and shook his head. At least they were not as badly beaten as Cristiano.
But like Cristiano said, the area is indeed not large, it just looks painful enough.
"It will scab over in a while," Marcelo joked.
There was laughter and noise in the Real Madrid locker room.
At this moment, Mourinho finally returned to the locker room after dealing with the media who were crowded in the player tunnel for interviews.
He glanced at the completely messy locker room, and then at the players who were as noisy as could be, looking as happy as if they had won a beautiful victory.
Mourinho felt a fire suddenly burning in his chest.
They won this game with great difficulty. During the entire regular time, whether it was counterattacks, organizing attacks, or chasing after being intercepted, none of them were fully executed. If not for this, the game might not have been dragged into such a passive and precarious situation.
Next, they still have league games and even another head-to-head match with Barcelona, which will determine whether they can win the La Liga championship.
Mourinho couldn't be a simple, happy, ignorant idiot like this group of people. He heard the alarm bells had been sounded. The victory in the King's Cup was indeed a long-awaited victory in 16 years, but they couldn't let the victory go to their heads.
When Ramos saw Mourinho coming in, he fired a full-bore salute directly at the head coach's head, and his teammates beside him blew a trumpet: "Hala Madrid!"
"Don't be so serious, we won," Ramos said.
Mourinho frowned and looked at Ramos: "Yes, we won, but do you think you played well?"
Ramos paused when he heard this, the smile on his face faded slightly, and he said nothing.
Mourinho then looked at the others, raised his voice and asked again: "Answer me, do you think you played well?"
The atmosphere in the entire locker room suddenly turned cold, and the locker room, which was originally full of celebration, was so quiet that no one spoke.
Cristiano broke the silence. He smiled awkwardly and said, "... maybe we can review this game after we return to the training base?"
Mourinho snorted coldly, glanced at the Portuguese who spoke, and did not respond to the other person's words.
He looked at every player, his eyes swept over Ramos, Marcelo, Pepe, Van Nistelrooy, and Benzema. His voice was low and cold, with a slow warning and threat: "If I were you, I would not act so happy. According to your performance, such a victory is only temporary. Your performance is far from enough to support the weight of a trophy!"
Benzema looked at Mourinho and asked back out of nowhere: "What about you?"
Raul and Guti looked at Benzema suddenly, and they both shouted almost at the same time: "Karim!".
Mourinho suddenly narrowed his eyes.
"What about me? Did any of you, even any one of you, follow my orders and do what I asked? Karim Benzema, what about you? I asked you to move forward, share the pressure on the wing and create threats. Did you do it?!"
Benzema clenched his fists, the muscles under his jersey were tense, and his young face was as gloomy as the calm before the storm.
Cristiano knows his friend too well. Although he is always quiet, introverted and slow to warm up most of the time, it does not mean that he has a good tolerance and no bottom line. On the contrary, maybe his friend is the one with a worse temper.
Seeing this, he quickly jumped up from his chair, stepped over the bench, and quickly grabbed Benzema: "Hey! Calm down!"
Benzema glanced at Cristiano, took a deep breath, slowly unclenched his fists, and walked to the end of the closet without saying a word.
Mourinho then turned to fire at other people, and no one was spared.
Mourinho's anger was interrupted only when Florentino's assistant came in and knocked on the door of the locker room, reminding them that it was time to prepare to receive the award.
He waved his hand, turned around and strode out of the locker room.
Raul and Guti looked at each other, and they had to bite the bullet and greet their teammates in the locker room again. Each of them looked like eggplants hit by frost. How could they look like champions?
"I'd say that guy is a lunatic." Someone in the locker room muttered, "Who would be unhappy about winning the championship? And he scolded someone instead?"
"Okay, rinse off the foam and champagne on your bodies! Change your clothes and go to present the awards!" Raul urged, clapping his hands.
Guti whispered in Raul's ear: "I think that guy is right."
"Okay Maria." Raul called out to Guti.
Guti paused, elbowed Raul with his backhand, and rolled his eyes in amusement and speechlessness.
After everyone changed their clothes and walked out of the player tunnel, Ramos jumped twice in the tunnel, exhaled and grinned: "Don't mention it, even if I was scolded, I am still very happy to be able to hold the King's Cup trophy in the Nou Camp! I want to run around the court with it in my arms!"
"Just hold on to the trophy and don't drop it." Cristiano said jokingly with a smile.
Ramos looked at Cristiano in surprise: "How is that possible! Sese would never do something like throwing the trophy!"
Cristiano shrugged noncommittally, then turned to Kaka. The two of them, knowing each other's situation, smiled at each other tacitly.
Kaka patted Ramos on the shoulder: "That's great, just a friendly reminder."
Ramos curled his lips.
After the award ceremony, Ramos deliberately picked up the trophy, pulled Cristiano over and held it high, covered his mouth with his hands, raised his eyebrows and said to Cristiano: "Did you see that I dropped the trophy?"
Cristiano rolled his eyes, but in front of so many cameras, he couldn't pry open Ramos' childish head and ask him what he thought. He cooperated with a fake grin, holding the other ear of the King's Cup high up, and cheered and smiled at the camera.
Ramos saw that Cristiano didn't respond, so he suddenly turned around and looked at Cristiano: "Chris! Remember what I said in the player tunnel?"
"?" Cristiano didn't react and hadn't asked yet. The next second, Ramos suddenly grinned and ran towards the stands with the trophy.
Cristiano didn't want to be the one to drop the trophy - the trophy weighed 15 kilograms, too much for one hand to bear - so he had to grab the ear of the trophy in his hand and immediately run after him, gritting his teeth and growling: "Sergio Ramos!!"
The fans in the stands of the stadium, including those from Real Madrid and Barcelona, cheered and booed at them in dissatisfaction.
Cristiano listened to the noise around him and felt the wind blowing towards him. He felt extremely refreshed and he couldn't help but run after Ramos.
Ramos cheered and shouted in his ear, and the two of them ran across half the court in one breath, holding the trophy high, and then slowly stopped, panting.
"Did you see that? This is the first trophy we've won at Camp Nou!" Ramos proudly puffed out his chest and looked at the excited fans. "Great, Chris, there's no better moment than this!"
Cristiano suddenly remembered something when he heard this. He looked at Ramos abruptly and said, "Sergio! Give me the trophy!"
"What?" Ramos looked at Cristiano, who suddenly made the request, in confusion, but he handed the trophy to Cristiano without objection and joked, "Don't drop it."
"You're so stingy, I only said it once!" Cristiano made a face, stuck out his tongue and smiled at Ramos, then immediately ran across half the field with the trophy and ran back to Kaka.
He lifted the trophy and put it into Kaka's arms, then motioned Kaka to hold it high with him.
The camera followed Cristiano all the way, and the breathless reporters and cameramen realized that Cristiano had suddenly run across such a large stadium just to get to Kaka with the trophy.
The cameraman rolled his eyes.
"Our first trophy!" Cristiano said excitedly in Kaka's ear - Ramos' words made him suddenly realize that this was the first trophy he and Kaka won together!
Damn it, why did he run a lap with Ramos first? Blame Ramos.
Kaka smiled. He and Cristiano held the trophy high together. When they hugged, he kissed Cristiano's neck generously: "Our first trophy."
Cristiano's ears were about to burn, and his face was extremely red from the stimulation, but fortunately his face always turned red after the game, so no one thought there was anything wrong.
However, the former Manchester United teammates and national team big brothers who were watching in front of the TV gritted their teeth. The damn Brazilian boy was simply lawless!
After Kaka kissed Cristiano, he noticed a pair of eyes falling on him. He turned his head and saw Van Nistelrooy smiling at him meaningfully.
"Ronaldo, you won the championship for Real Madrid at Barcelona's home stadium, what do you want to say!"
"Cristiano! Did you run across half the field just to celebrate the championship with Kaka?"
"Cristiano, you and Kaka have such a good relationship..."
Van Nistelrooy squeezed over to take a photo with Cristiano holding the trophy. He was holding an opened bottle of champagne in his hand and interrupted the reporter's question with a smile: "Ronnie! Don't you want some? Oh, are you being interviewed?"
Cristiano blinked, and he quickly took the champagne from Ruud: "Yeah, Luther, want to join us?"
"No, I'm not going with you." Fanny smiled and grabbed a few handfuls of Cristiano's curly hair, put his big hands on Cristiano's neck, and kissed the boy's ears and neck, "This is your time."
Cristiano felt the heat from Vanni's body and realized that Vanni was covering up the kiss they had just had.
He curled his eyes, and then soon, their teammates came over and kissed them, as if there was some kind of contagious disease spreading from person to person.
"Cristiano smells good." Someone in the team said this, and then Cristiano felt like he was being crushed by the wall of people.
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The reporters couldn't help but twitch their lips as they watched the chaos in front of them. It seemed that Kaka and Cristiano's kiss was perfectly normal.
These players really have no sense of boundaries, right?
As soon as the award ceremony at Camp Nou ended, Real Madrid Club returned directly to Madrid overnight. Tens of thousands of fans had already gathered in Plaza de España in Madrid to welcome the return of their heroes.
The open-top bus carrying the players slowly drove in, and this holy land of Real Madrid gradually entered the climax of the celebration with the arrival of the players.
This is an all-night party that is sixteen years late!
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