Chapter 211
The last league match was played at the Bernabeu.
"Have you decided where to go for vacation?" While waiting in the player tunnel, Marcelo covered his mouth and asked his teammates.
Modric stretched his arms and turned to Marcelo: "I like New Zealand, how about you?"
"Where there's a beach, sunshine, parties, waves..." Marcelo sighed and opened his arms as if to embrace the wonderful vacation life.
Cristiano was amused by Marcelo's exaggerated actions. He touched the tip of his nose and lowered his head to chuckle. Then Marcelo bumped his shoulder and asked, "What about you?"
"We can go wherever we want on the yacht," Cristiano said. "Maybe we'll go to Disneyland. Kids should like that place."
"That's good." Marcelo nodded, "The adults like it too, right Kaka?"
He remembered that Kaka liked Disney, but he didn't understand what was fun about it.
Kaka smiled and looked at Cristiano. The two looked at each other and smiled in tacit understanding.
"Of course, the best thing would be to win the league's championship trophy and celebrate it properly. That way, the holiday mood would be even better!" Modric added, his eyes bright and his voice full of excitement, "I haven't seen what the La Liga League Cup looks like yet."
Benzema also nodded in agreement.
Cristiano blinked when he heard that. He looked at Kaka and chuckled quietly: "Oh, they don't know yet--"
Kaka realized that he had almost forgotten the rules of La Liga. After all, this was too far from his memory. He laughed softly and whispered to Cristiano: "Then don't tell them yet."
"Of course." Cristiano chuckled.
Similarly, Raul and his companions, the veteran players from Real Madrid, just smiled at each other tacitly when they heard the words, and no one intended to tell them that their trophies would not be awarded on the spot.
"Okay boys, the chat time is over." Raul clapped his hands, interrupting his teammates' vacation fantasies, and led the team into the field.
Barcelona is undoubtedly a traditional powerhouse team, especially in the La Liga, where the club almost dominates the league.
This team had just missed the Copa del Rey title, and when they shook hands with Real Madrid players in a friendly manner before the game, their eyes were shining with an aggressive determination to win.
"Three minutes into the game! Eto'o connected with Xavi to launch an extremely fast attack towards Real Madrid's goal! But unfortunately, this attack was offside!"
The fans at the Bernabeu stadium booed and mocked.
Real Madrid soon regained possession of the ball in the midfield. Modric, Marcelo and Guti set up the first line of defense in the midfield, intercepted the ball, quickly organized the attack, and then passed it to Raul and Kaka.
Kaka is very fast on the field, but compared to this, he is better at reducing his presence on the field, and then when he touches the ball, he immediately speeds up and delivers the ball to his teammates near the goal.
After Benzema was tackled several times while dribbling the ball, there was no expression on his face.
When the first half was almost over, Barcelona defender Zambrotta committed a tactical foul and knocked down Benzema. The Frenchman immediately got angry, got up from the ground and pushed the opposing defender.
Although Benzema has a delicate appearance, his hands are very strong. He pushed the person opposite him so hard that he staggered and almost fell.
The smell of gunpowder suddenly spread.
Fanny was close and ran up quickly. Another person also came from the opposite side. The four of them confronted each other, as if they wanted to eat the other person.
"The atmosphere on the field is very tense! But when you think about it being a showdown between Real Madrid and Barcelona, it seems reasonable." The commentator was a little excited.
Cristiano noticed the situation on Benzema's side. He quickly trotted over and glanced at Zambrotta with a slightly frown. Although he thought the man was acting, how could Benzema push such a strong defender and almost make him fall? Let’s act something good.
But he didn't say anything. He came to mediate the fight. He raised his hands to signal both sides to calm down, and said softly, "Alright, alright..."
Unexpectedly, as soon as he came over, everyone on the Barcelona side became nervous. Others also surrounded him and pushed Cristiano's chest, as if he was the devil.
Seeing this, Van Nistelrooy's mouth twitched. He pulled Cristiano behind him and said, "Don't come close to me. Don't you know how much firepower you attract? This is not Manchester United!"
Cristiano choked, and looking at the tense expressions of the Barcelona players, he was probably traumatized by the fight with Manchester United defenders in last year's Champions League final.
He paused and muttered, "I'm here to mediate, not to fight."
"Do you think those people care about this?" Van Nistelrooy lowered his voice. When he looked up, he saw Kaka rushing over quickly. He twitched his mouth and said to Cristiano, "But it seems that I don't need to stop you."
Cristiano subconsciously looked over when he heard this, and saw Kaka had already run up to him, pushing away a player who rushed up to fight with one hand, and he and Van Nistelrooy formed a human wall like two double doors to separate him directly.
On the Real Madrid side, Benzema received a yellow card and Kaka received a verbal warning. On the Barcelona side, Zambrotta also received a yellow card and each received a lash of lash.
As the halftime whistle blew, Benzema was the first to leave the field.
Ramos trotted after Cristiano and Kaka. He bumped into Cristiano's shoulder and said, "Leave the quarrel to others. What good will it do if you get involved?"
"I'll pull them apart." Cristiano snorted heavily.
"The opponent's arm can push you two or three steps away? You want to stop them?" Ramos was amused. "Come on, Cristiano, wait for us to deal with this, or at least wait for Kaka to come. At least he won't be pushed down by a push."
Cristiano: "...I can also push people away, Sergio, I can push you and do it, do you want to try it?"
I am speechless. After all, he is over 1.85 meters tall. It was not a problem when he was in Manchester United, but here? At least he stood out tall! Why do you think he has such poor fighting ability?
This must be a problem with Van Nistelrooy.
As he thought about this, the next second he heard Fanny sneer at the side without giving him face, and said casually without sincerity: "Yes, Ronnie, you are right, let's go."
Cristiano: “…”
Ramos and Pepe were grinning on the side. Pepe took Chris away and said, "Go back and wash your face and change your jersey, Chris. You are getting so dirty."
Cristiano was taken into the locker room by Kaka, and he said to Kaka: "Luther still thinks I am the skinny kid when I first joined Manchester United."
"But as a striker, you really should stay out of trouble," Kaka said, pointing out that "Sir Alex Ferguson asked the Manchester United defenders to take you out of the eye of the storm as soon as possible for this reason."
Cristiano had no choice but to pout and nod obediently.
That makes sense. Even though he doesn't like it that much, he will try his best to eat fewer cards.
Cristiano turned around and looked for Benzema. Seeing the Frenchman quietly treating his abrasions in front of the closet, he stood up, put his arm around Benzema's neck and whispered, "Are you okay, my friend? Don't let those guys affect your mood and state."
Benzema blinked, raised his face to look at Cristiano, and whispered: "I know they are provoking and harassing me, but I couldn't help it, sorry Chris."
He knew he was a little impulsive.
Cristiano interrupted immediately after hearing this: "There is nothing to apologize for, this is normal. If they didn't provoke you, it means they don't have the ability. If they provoked you, it means it is their ability."
Modric originally thought that Cristiano would say something to comfort him, but he turned out to be full of nonsense, and his arguments were so convincing that no one could refute them. He "poofed" and all the water in his mouth sprayed out, causing the Portuguese to scream and jump away quickly.
Mourinho had heard Cristiano's "provocative theory" outside the door a long time ago. He twitched his lips, and seeing that the locker room was in chaos again, he had to stride in to stop this farce.
The second half of the game begins.
Mourinho made some adjustments, but there were no changes in personnel.
Everyone was expecting Real Madrid to break the current 0-0 deadlock, but the reality was that less than ten minutes into the second half, Barcelona took the lead with Eto'o scoring a goal.
"It's Eto'o again! After Barcelona launched several attacks in front of Real Madrid's penalty area and were blocked, Iniesta flashed to fill the position! He passed the ball back to Eto'o outside the penalty area, and Eto'o shot directly! The ball passed through the gap between Ramos and Marcelo and poked into the goal! Casillas couldn't jump in time and could only let the ball go into the goal regretfully!"
The lean, dark Cameroonian excitedly rushed towards the stands and shouted.
"Barcelona are leading!"
Raul looked at Cristiano, Van Nistelrooy and others calmly, and gestured to them, indicating that they should still follow the tactics.
Cristiano nodded and jogged to the sidelines. Even if he didn't have the ball at his feet, there would still be a player on the Barcelona side staring at him one-on-one.
"Guardiola's most obvious tactic to stop Real Madrid's attack is to keep a close eye on Ronaldo. It's very obvious," said the commentator.
Mourinho glanced at the bald head in the coaching booth next to him with disdain and snorted heavily.
In the 78th minute of the game, Real Madrid got a corner kick.
Kaka came to the penalty spot and looked towards the penalty area. Cristiano looked at him inconspicuously. When their eyes met, Cristiano's mouth corners curled up obviously.
"Kaka takes a corner kick! The ball lands in front of the penalty area!"
"Ronaldo rushed forward and scored! Headed the ball! It went in!"
The commentator slammed the table: "Ronaldo jumped high! His header was like a hammer and broke through Valdés' defense!"
"Although Van Bronckhorst stood in front of Ronaldo and tried to use his body to block the Portuguese from jumping, look at his jumping height! Ronaldo's jumping ability is incredibly strong!" the commentator exclaimed.
"Ronaldo has equalized the score! Now both teams have scored one goal each!" said his partner. "There are less than fifteen minutes left in the game, both teams must go all out!"
"Leo Messi's performance in this game doesn't seem to be very satisfactory, but he still played an important role in connecting the team." His partner commented, "But he doesn't look very happy now. I don't know if it's because Ronaldo scored a goal that exceeded his current total number of goals in the league, or because Barcelona's score was equalized?"
“Maybe it’s both!”
Just as the commentators were chatting in the broadcast room, something suddenly changed on the field, and the commentators heard a sudden commotion in the audience stands through their headphones.
"What's going on?"
The big screen returns to defend the clip that was just missed——
Messi's short and nimble figure teased Ramos in front of the goal, then suddenly turned to the left and passed Ramos, went straight into the penalty area, and immediately kicked the ball. Defender Arbeloa rushed over quickly to block the ball with his body, but was also knocked on his back by the force of the kick.
When Cristiano, Ramos and others saw that Arbeloa did not get up immediately after falling to the ground, they rushed over immediately and the referee blew the whistle at the same time.
Seeing this, Messi, Xavi and others excitedly raised their arms in front of the penalty area, indicating that the other side had committed a handball.
Ramos quickly patted Arbeloa's face: "Are you okay, brother?"
Arbeloa was stunned by the force of the ball, but slowly came to his senses. He slowly shook his head and sat up. Then the team doctor quickly checked his condition, indicated that he was fine, and went to the side to simply drink some water.
At the same time, the referee also made a judgment on the situation just now -
"A penalty!! The referee awarded Barcelona a penalty at the last minute of the game!" the commentator exclaimed. No wonder the entire audience was so excited.
However, there was no point in saying more, as Messi scored from the penalty spot and the score was reversed again. Similarly, Cristiano and Messi's number of goals were tied again.
Arbeloa held his head in frustration, he felt like the sinner of the entire team.
Cristiano patted Arbeloa's neck. He didn't say anything, but there was still fighting spirit in his eyes.
Seeing this, Benzema also ran to Cristiano's side. The two of them gently bumped their hands hanging at their sides, tacitly knowing that they were still fighting.
"Barcelona's current goal conceding rate is very low. Van Bronckhorst's outstanding tackling ability has made a great contribution to Barcelona's retention of the current fruits of victory! I'm afraid Real Madrid will have to hand over the championship trophy to Barcelona this time."
As soon as the commentator finished speaking, midfielders Kaka and Marcelo cooperated in an attack that interrupted Barcelona's continuous possession of the ball. Kaka made a long pass directly and decisively to the frontcourt.
"It seems that the conclusion was drawn too early! Real Madrid has got another chance to attack! They don't have much time left!"
"The game has reached the final countdown of injury time. The referee should let Real Madrid complete this final attack. Success or failure depends on this!"
As soon as Raul received the ball, defenders surrounded him. He found Cristiano at a glance, but soon noticed that there were more players eyeing the Portuguese. He immediately poured the ball back and unexpectedly transferred it to Benzema who was several steps behind him.
Benzema immediately sped up after getting the ball. Seeing this, several players who were originally surrounding Cristiano hurriedly accelerated to catch up.
After Benzema attracted enough firepower, he ran into the penalty area, but all the shooting angles in front of him were blocked. His sight remained unchanged, but his peripheral vision was always following Cristiano's figure.
The ball ran all the way to the baseline. Benzema flexibly and skillfully stepped backwards at the edge of the baseline, making the three defensive players in front of him busy. Then he took the opportunity to pass the ball back, and the ball went directly over the blocking defensive players!
A white figure rushed into the restricted area like a rocket, so fast that people could hardly react in time.
"Benzema passed the ball back to the penalty area! Raul was a little far from the spot in the penalty area! - Wait! Who rushed in?! It's Ronaldo!!!"
"Ronaldo shot directly! The ball hit the goal like lightning!!"
"A textbook volley!! Ronaldo equalized the game!!! Incredible!!"
"It's still Ronaldo!! As long as Ronaldo has the ball at his feet!! He can score a goal!!"
"So Real Madrid and Barcelona tied and each got one point, and the two teams have the same points in the standings! Their records are evenly matched..." The commentator quickly explained the scoring mechanism, and he said, "So far--"
Before he finished speaking, his partner excitedly announced the final result for him:
"Real Madrid wins!!! Real Madrid won the Copa del Rey and La Liga this season, double champion Real Madrid!!"
"Ronaldo is like a god descending from heaven! He scored a beautiful equalizer in the final countdown! He is a football soul who never gives up until the last second!!"
The entire Bernabeu erupted in thunderous cheers, and the entire stadium was shouting the name of their god: "Cristiano! Cristiano! Cristiano!"
All the substitutes and staff on the field rushed in excitedly. Mourinho was so excited at the moment Cristiano scored that he suddenly stood up and rushed to the grass. He slid to his knees and left a long mark on the grass. He clenched his fists and yelled!
Cristiano was thrown to the ground by the teammate closest to him. He laughed loudly and hugged someone he didn't know who was kissing him on the chest. He gasped to calm his excited heart: "We won? We won!!"
Modric is small in stature. He jumped up and rushed to Cristiano through the crowd. He happily took the opportunity to pat Cristiano on the head: "Great, Cristiano! We can really win the Champions League! Just like we said before the game!"
As he spoke, he remembered something and quickly and nimbly got out of the crowd, ignoring the cameras and media following them, and looking everywhere for the third official in charge of the awards ceremony.
Cristiano finally managed to climb out of the crowd at the bottom. He reached out to Kaka, and after being pulled up by Kaka, he hugged Kaka tightly, almost squeezing out the muscles on the man's back.
"Kaka...!" He just spoke and was interrupted by Benzema.
Benzema, who assisted Cristiano's equalizer, also performed a beautiful personal breakthrough show on this stage, but Cristiano's equalizer made his breakthrough seem to be suddenly rimmed with gold! More valuable!
"Cristiano!" Benzema happily jumped onto Cristiano's waist. Cristiano was the tallest among them and could always hold all of them up the tree. He raised his arms high and shouted proudly, "We won! We worked so well together!!!"
Cristiano curled his eyes and let Benzema jump on his back. Then he turned his head to look at Kaka, smiled at his lover, raised his hands and clapped hands tacitly, then quickly clasped their fingers and released them.
Modric finally found the third official, and his Spanish was still terrible - the words he said most fluently were probably "idiot", "so stupid", and "I have nothing to say to you", which Ramos and most people in the team can testify to - but the Croatian bravely fought back in the face of the temptation of the Champions League.
He gestured and spoke broken Spanish and asked, "Where is our trophy?"
The third official on the other side: “@$&!…”
Modric: "...Trophy!! League trophy? That's what you should give us!"
Third official: “$&@$!…”
The Croatian barely made out the word "next season" and looked around in confusion, hoping someone could come and answer his question.
Cristiano saw the excitement on Modric's side, and Marcelo and others were laughing like pigs on the side. Cristiano couldn't help but walked over with his head down and held back his laughter, then dragged away the Croatian who was planning to have a third round of communication.
The Croatians' tenacity and perseverance were fully demonstrated.
"Luca...Puchi." Cristiano couldn't hold back his laughter before he finished speaking. He pursed his lips and buried his head tightly, and couldn't help laughing and making the same pig-like noise as Marcelo, which made Casillas and Raul on the side laugh even louder.
"Luca, we can only win the League Championship Cup next season. This is the consistent rule." Raul finally remembered that he was a captain and was responsible for answering the questions of his players instead of watching them laugh and become the headlines of tomorrow's newspapers. He couldn't bear to look at that scene.
Modric looked a little dazed, and after a while he said: "...This rule is stupid."
"Not as stupid as you looked just now." Marcelo laughed out loud and lay on Modric. The Croatian dodged away in disgust.
"Chris, you knew that a long time ago?" Modric turned to Cristiano.
Cristiano tried to stop laughing: "...You see, I came here as soon as I noticed you were there. I wanted to explain to you, but I couldn't help it...Pfft."
He immediately cleared his throat: "But I dragged you away!"
At least the attitude is correct.
Modric thought for two seconds, at least Cristiano was good.
Then he turned his head and elbowed Marcelo, who was still laughing, and Marcelo finally stopped laughing.
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