Chapter 214
This was the first time that Pique stood on the same field with Cristiano as an opponent.
He felt extremely surprised, especially when he saw Cristiano piercing through him like a cluster of arrows piercing the clouds. Pique was half a beat slow before turning around and chasing him.
His heart was beating very fast. The feeling of Cristiano's breakthrough and sprint from the front was so... oppressive. Even though this was just a friendly match, he couldn't help but get nervous.
After Cristiano took the ball from the midfield, he quickly advanced forward, followed closely by Pique, who was like a tall and wide red and blue concrete wall.
Pique's blocking was obviously effective. Cristiano quickly looked up at Pique and met his ice-blue eyes. The moment their eyes met, Pique became more nervous, vaguely feeling that Cristiano was going to do something.
His steps stumbled for a moment, but he quickly adjusted himself.
He knew that Cristiano's specialty was to break through their defenders single-handedly, and this time he must be planning to put on his own show here.
Pique locked his eyes on Cristiano, and used his strong body to press against Cristiano, blocking Cristiano's shooting angle.
Cristiano dribbled the ball all the way across the penalty area, almost touching the baseline.
Pique breathed a sigh of relief with pride. He knew that Cristiano couldn't shoot, and he did the right thing.
But he felt something was wrong in his heart - Cristiano had not looked towards the goal since he blocked the ball closely, as if he knew that he would lose the chance to shoot in this round of attack. But not resisting was totally not Cristiano's style.
Pique perked up again, and he and Puyol double-teamed Cristiano as he approached the baseline.
Cristiano stepped on the ball, his slender and powerful calves wrapped in white socks, and flew the ball calmly and fancy in front of two defenders, the rhythm sometimes fast and sometimes paused.
Puyol was caught off guard and fooled by a fake move, leaving a gap. Seeing this, Pique subconsciously strode to the left to fill the gap created by Cristiano.
However, the next second, he realized that something was wrong.
Sure enough, Cristiano did not break through to the gap left by his replacement. Instead, he turned his back and passed the ball directly from the gap left by his replacement!
"Cristiano completed a wonderful defense at the bottom line! He seized the opportunity and played a beautiful psychological game! Direct pass!!"
"Ramos got a header!!! The ball went in!! Real Madrid's defender scored a header! And it was assisted by last season's top scorer!! "The commentators in the broadcast room were all cheering as if they were watching a show, "It's like the roles of the goal scorer were reversed!"
After Cristiano passed the ball, he stared at the other end of the penalty area. After seeing Ramos grab the first point and score a goal, he grinned and raised his arms to cheer.
Pique shook his hands in frustration and glanced at Chris silently. He almost saw through Chris's plan. No, he saw through it, but his body didn't have time to adjust.
Damn it, it was that guy Sergio who scored the goal.
Pique squatted on the ground and gasped in frustration. He faced the fans' stands, where those excited fans were shouting something and waving their hands.
Then he felt a figure squatting next to him. He turned his head and saw Cristiano also squatting down and staying next to him, adjusting his breathing as if he was tired.
"You are so cunning." Pique covered his mouth and said to Cristiano.
Cristiano smiled with the corners of his mouth curled up obviously. He didn't respond, but just tapped his sore calves to relieve them.
Soon, after scoring a goal, the teammates all ran to the end line. Raul, Benzema, Marcelo, Pepe... rushed up happily, and Pique, who was squatting on the side, was almost washed away. He was pulled by Puyol and did not fall down.
Cristiano was quickly surrounded by the crowd, and Pepe pulled him up, slapping his face excitedly.
Ramos realized belatedly that everyone was running to Cristiano's end, even though it was him who scored the goal - he ran too far alone and no one followed him to run that far to celebrate.
He immediately turned around and ran to join the main group. He ran quickly and jumped with all his strength, directly jumping onto the waist of Cristiano, who had finally squeezed out of the crowd.
Cristiano felt that his neck was almost hurt by the man. He slapped Ramos' arm heavily several times. Ramos was still screaming excitedly in his ear.
Who doesn't like scoring goals?
After the first half of the game, Cristiano left the field and several midfielders were replaced by Kaka and others on the bench.
Cristiano patted Kaka's palm, gave him a thumbs up and winked.
Mourinho must have some opinions about him, otherwise why not let him and Kaka play in the same half?
Cristiano cast several glances at Mourinho who was standing in the coaching booth and observing. Then, unexpectedly, Mourinho turned around and met Cristiano's winking eyes.
Mourinho narrowed his eyes, ignored Cristiano, turned around and got the water, unscrewed it, took a big sip and then put it back.
Of course he knows that Kaka and Cristiano have a good cooperation, but he wants to see the efficiency of Kaka's cooperation with others, and also wants to see the efficiency of Cristiano's cooperation with others.
In his team, no one is always indispensable. What's more, he always has to prepare for who will not be able to play in the lineup.
He is not as optimistic as others, especially not as ambitious and optimistic as Florentino. He is ambitious, but he does not think that the current Real Madrid can win all the championships.
This Real Madrid team looks to be doing very well, but it is dependent on Cristiano.
——Just like Portugal relies on Cristiano, but how far can Portugal go?
Football is a game of eleven people. When Portugal was in a period of transition with only Cristiano left, even he could not carry the team alone. Perhaps even qualifying for the World Cup was a little hopeless this time.
The same is true for Real Madrid.
Mourinho is well aware that Florentino intends to clean up Real Madrid's old players. Raul and Guti are still retained this season, but this is only temporary.
The players are reluctant to leave the club. They feel a sense of belonging to the club as if it were their home. But Mourinho knows better that if this happens again next year, the following scene will be embarrassing for both sides.
Florentino has plenty of ways to make people compromise, and he can do anything to get what he wants.
Once the old players leave, the new players of Real Madrid will need to grow faster and more efficiently. Everyone must become the strength of Real Madrid, and no one can be the weakness that the opposing team can hit.
"You can't always rely on Cristiano." Mourinho said to Florentino. Although it has only been one season, he can see the ambition of this ambitious man, so magnificent and cold that it is frightening.
"If he has to leave the team for a while, if he gets injured, if he changes his style..."
Florentino interrupted him: "Then let him play in the most crucial and necessary game. We have the best team doctor and know what to do."
Mourinho paused. He was surprised and disgusted by the implication in Florentino's words. He lowered his voice and growled: "The best team doctor?! Do you know what you are talking about?"
"Of course." Florentino answered coldly. He looked at Mourinho. "In front of the championship trophy, in front of the Big Ear Cup, in front of winning the supreme honor for the club, maybe you should ask Cristiano, is he willing?"
Mourinho ended the conversation stiffly. He knew that Cristiano was very similar to him. They both had an extraordinary desire and persistence for victory.
So he didn't dare to answer Florentino's question. He was more worried that Cristiano would give him an affirmative answer without hesitation. After all, this was the other party's dream club, and it was the club that the other party resolutely came to "help the poor" after winning four championships and three consecutive championships.
If he were Ferguson, he is not sure whether he would shoot Cristiano first to prevent him from running to Spain.
Mourinho's eyes swept over Cristiano. He took another sip of water, then when the boy uncomfortably looked away, he pulled the corners of his mouth provocatively.
Young imp. I had no idea where I had gotten into.
"After Real Madrid replaced Cristiano, Van Nistelrooy and Modric, Barcelona also made substitutions! They replaced Messi and Iniesta..."
The friendly match ended with Barcelona defeating Real Madrid 3-2. Although Kaka scored a goal in the second half, Real Madrid conceded two goals in a row, leaving Barcelona with only the joy of victory in the friendly match.
Mourinho clicked his tongue and said that these defenders needed some training.
Pique waited for Cristiano to leave the field in the tunnel after the game.
When he saw Cristiano coming over, he immediately called out to him: "Chris!"
Cristiano looked up when he heard this and was somewhat surprised to see Pique striding towards him.
He raised his hand and gently pressed the other's outstretched arm, lowering his voice to warn: "In front of your Barcelona coach and teammates? This is not a good time to show our relationship, Geri?"
"What's the matter? Just because I'm in Barcelona and you're in Real Madrid, we're no longer friends?" Pique frowned and looked at Cristiano with some sadness and disbelief. His blue eyes, combined with his sweaty head and wrinkled golden eyebrows, made him look soft-hearted.
At least Cristiano will relent.
He shook his head and bumped into Pique with a smile: "It's enough for me to know that we are friends. Don't let the club make things difficult for you. It's unnecessary."
"They are not that stingy." Pique said, but the next second, Ramos and Cristiano both reached out and pushed him away. Pique saw Cristiano raised his slender and delicate eyebrows, and his expression looked defiant and rejecting, like a little bastard.
Ramos warned: "Don't come in front of us if you win. I will take it as a provocation. Don't bother Chris."
Before Pique could say anything, a not-too-heavy weight came over his shoulder, and a figure came from behind him: "Gerrard, this is not a good etiquette habit. But..."
Pique turned his head and saw Guardiola walking towards him. Guardiola grinned, but didn't finish his words. He just patted him on the shoulder and left.
Pique frowned and turned to Cristiano again.
Cristiano returned to his previous expression, raised his chin towards him, and raised the corners of his mouth: "Look, he is provocative, he hates Real Madrid."
"It's more like he's hated Luis Figo since he came here," Ramos said, and added to Cristiano, "Maybe he hates you especially, Chris."
Pico paused. He didn't quite understand what was said, but he didn't really want to understand. He vaguely realized that what Cristiano said before was right. He looked at Cristiano, nodded in greeting, and then returned to his own locker room.
Ramos pulled Cristiano back and said: "Everyone knows how much Figo takes care of you. If Figo warns Guardiola about his targeted tactics again, he will be even more angry."
"Luis won't do that, the game is a game." Cristiano frowned and retorted to Ramos.
Figo would not do that, but he would ask Guardiola from time to time about his feelings towards Cristiano. After all, there are always so many derbies between Real Madrid and Sadio Mane every year. After the game, the old captain is always particularly concerned about the growth of his juniors.
Guardiola was tortured by Figo when Cristiano was completely unaware of the situation. He was not at all willing to talk to him about Cristiano and had to listen to his roundabout flattery from time to time. Did Figo still remember that they were sworn enemies?
Guardiola swore that if Cristiano was at Barcelona, he would be happy to talk to Figo about this, but now, no, he is upset enough.
Every time I meet Cristiano, it is an exciting and unknown challenge.
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