Chapter 215
After several friendly matches, Real Madrid ushered in the new season.
The opening match of the Super Cup was between Real Madrid and Barcelona. At Barcelona's home stadium, Camp Nou, Messi scored twice and Benzema assisted Cristiano to score a goal;
In the second leg, at the Bernabeu, Guti scored a goal at the start of the first half, and Kaka scored from a small angle in the second half. With ten minutes left in the game, Cristiano once again broke through Valdes' goal with a free kick. A big victory directly ignited the craze at the beginning of this season.
Barcelona failed to score a single goal at the Bernabeu Stadium, which made the fans in the entire stadium proud. They waved the white team flags in their hands enthusiastically, and more fans held up Real Madrid jerseys and shouted excitedly.
Bale watched the entire game sitting on the bench.
When he was at Camp Nou, he heard the sarcastic slogans that the Camp Nou fans made up for Cristiano, Benzema, Marcelo and others. Just listening to them made his ears red. Benzema pointed at the fans on the field, as if warning them of something, and in the next round of attack, he and Chris completed a beautiful connection and scored a goal at the last minute in the opponent's home court. It felt wonderful.
But at the Bernabeu, the feeling is completely different. Here, the shouts of the Bernabeu fans are louder than the waves. When they make mistakes, the boos from the opponent's fans and the boos from their own fans are even more terrifying.
When Cristiano stood on the free kick penalty spot 27 meters away from the goal in the final moments of the game, Bale couldn't help holding his breath, and the pressure from the fans was like a mountain pressing down on him.
At the moment when Cristiano took a run, raised his foot and shot the ball, it seemed as if all the arrogant and chaotic voices suddenly disappeared, and the only three things left in the world were Cristiano, football and goal.
The ball quickly passed over the human wall and suddenly changed direction when it was approaching the goal, like a falling leaf, making the goalkeeper have no idea where to go and make any predictions in advance.
Then, the ball went in. The ball hit the ground unexpectedly, then bounced and refracted directly into the goal!
Bale almost jumped up from his chair along with the fans on the field, and the sounds in the world suddenly returned to being noisy and colorful.
"Real Madrid 3-0! Win the first championship trophy of this season!"
Bale and everyone else rushed onto the field to celebrate.
He thought to himself that this moment, this moment was the reason why he came to Real Madrid, he wanted to celebrate with these people and enjoy the joy of holding the trophy.
He wants to win.
…
Last season's league trophy finally came to Real Madrid, which was an unexpected surprise for Bale. Although the trophy had nothing to do with him, he touched the trophy up close.
"What a strange rule." He muttered.
Modric shook his head regretfully. He would not be able to see Bale's embarrassment at the end of the season - if they could win the league title again.
Bale did not play his first game until September. In the 62nd minute, Van Nistelrooy was injured and left the field due to a malicious foul, and Bale came on as a substitute.
Cristiano squatted beside Van Nistelrooy, looking at the team doctor with a grim expression as he came over and quickly examined and treated Van Nistelrooy's injury.
When Van Nistelrooy was changing direction and trying to break through, he was hit and fouled by an opponent player. After falling to the ground, he had difficulty getting up and lay on the ground, holding his knees and groaning in pain.
The team doctor quickly carried out temporary treatment on the spot. Van Nistelrooy held the grass tightly and endured the pain. He couldn't help but raise his body slightly to see his injury. Cristiano raised his hand to cover Van Nistelrooy's eyes and said softly: "Take a deep breath, Luther. The team doctor is taking care of it."
Cristiano bent his knees against Van Nistelrooy's side, his palms loosely covering Van Nistelrooy's eyes, just like his mother would cover his eyes when he got an injection as a child.
"How do I look, Ronnie?" Van Nistelrooy took a deep breath, trying to steady his breathing, and asked Cristiano.
"It's a bit troublesome and will make you miss a few games." Cristiano did not lie to him and said truthfully, "But the good news is that you still look handsome."
Fanny pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled painfully.
Cristiano pursed his lips, looked away, and said softly: "Don't think too much, Luther, get better as soon as possible, and come back as soon as possible, okay?"
Van Nistelrooy was carried onto a stretcher, patted Cristiano's arm and nodded slightly.
"Ruud van Nistelrooy looked to be in some trouble. He was carried off the field on a stretcher!" The commentator took a breath and then said, "Mourinho replaced the new player this season, Gareth Bale from Tottenham. I wonder how he will perform?"
The referee signaled the game to continue. Mourinho signaled the players to shrink their formation outside the court. The team was already leading 2-0. Benzema and Raul each scored a goal. In the situation where he had to replace the main players, Mourinho chose a more conservative style of play.
Cristiano didn't like the decision made by Mourinho. They could clearly win the game in a more beautiful way.
Especially after Van Nistelrooy was fouled in such a malicious way.
They should play more proactively and aggressively, letting the opposing players know that even fouls cannot scare them or stop them from winning.
Cristiano looked towards Mourinho, but their coach only responded with a firmer, more unquestionable look.
In the 30 minutes that Bale came on as a substitute, he made two steals, one shot that missed, one foul and five turnovers.
The data of all the players were clearly recorded. After the game, the Real Madrid teammates went to the hospital to visit Van Nistelrooy together.
——Fanny has strained his meniscus and needs to rest for a while.
Cristiano and Kaka stayed in the hospital for a while longer. They both tacitly avoided mentioning topics related to the club and the game. They chatted with Van Nistelrooy for a while and then left, because Van Nistelrooy's complexion did not look very good, but after all, he was troubled by pain, so it was normal for his complexion to be bad.
"Does the injured area still hurt? Do you need painkillers?" the nurse asked during her final rounds.
Van Nistelrooy shook his head and refused. It was not because of the pain, but because he didn't know whether he would have a place in Real Madrid's starting lineup after he came back from rest.
The competition at Real Madrid is always fierce and fierce.
Van Nistelrooy's absence forced Mourinho to use Bale in advance. Before the King's Cup, Bale was selected into the starting lineup for the first time.
He was stomping his feet excitedly in the player tunnel, making Modric want to roll his eyes.
"Weren't you excited and nervous when you played in your first game?" Bale asked Modric in confusion, "When you were going to play on the stage with Cristiano as your teammate for the first time!"
Modric covered his mouth and whispered: "Maybe because I am only a midfielder, I don't have as strong an idol feeling as you do."
Bale plays as a striker, and their head coach at Tottenham Hotspur especially wants to make Bale into a "monster" like Cristiano, which also makes Bale have an admiration for Cristiano that exceeds that of other players, and is even more complicated and weird.
Cristiano is his idol. He admires and follows in Cristiano's footsteps, imitating Cristiano's performance. Then, in the deepest part of his heart, he longs to surpass Cristiano.
Benzema doesn't like Bale very much. He doesn't like that Bale would squeeze him aside when going down the player tunnel and run to the side of Cristiano, as if he had a lot to say to Cristiano. The damn stairs were so narrow that there was no room for a third person.
He also didn't like Bale running over to celebrate Cristiano's goal. There were already enough people celebrating with Cristiano, and he always had to race against Kaka for speed. He was obviously closer to the front line, but Kaka - Benzema suspected that Kaka saved all his speed for sprinting over Cristiano to celebrate.
What made him dislike even more was that Cristiano assisted Bale's first goal.
Look at Bell, he’s almost going crazy with joy, jumping up and down like a monkey!
Benzema joined the crowd with a fake smile on his face to celebrate - if Cristiano hadn't been in the crowd, he wouldn't have bothered to waste his energy running over, as it wasn't him who scored the goal.
Benzema curled his lips. Whose first goal wasn’t scored by Cristiano? He has it too.
And, Gareth Bale, you're squeezing me.
Cristiano grinned and grabbed Bale's hair twice: "Congratulations Gareth!"
Kaka also squeezed in the crowd. He grabbed Cristiano's shoulders, and his body almost separated Cristiano from Ramos and Benzema behind him. He smiled at Bale unconsciously and said, "Is this your first goal? Great, Bale, how do you feel?"
Excellent!
Bell didn't say anything. He was so excited that his face turned red and he didn't know what to say at all!
When he knew the goal was valid, he rushed to the audience seats quickly. The audience on the sidelines stretched out their arms excitedly towards him. He gasped for breath, then turned around and turned to Cristiano, excitedly opened his arms and hugged the man who ran over to high-five him.
He was still savoring the goal just now. He started to speed up from the midfield. Kaka intercepted the ball and passed it to Cristiano, who started to speed up with him, attracting the firepower of four players. Then Cristiano looked at him and quickly glanced at the goal, as if hinting at him something.
It was as if a sudden inspiration came to him. He increased his speed and rushed straight into the penalty area. Almost the next second after he flashed into the penalty area, the ball appeared at his feet in an arc. He almost instinctively pushed the ball!
He scored his first goal for Real Madrid!
"Cristiano passed the ball with the outside of his foot! The ball swung in a beautiful arc! A very beautiful and thoughtful pass!"
"Bale is already in position in the penalty area!! The two cooperated seamlessly!! Cristiano assisted Bale to score the first goal!!"
Mourinho smiled with a slight satisfaction. He clapped his hands and watched the players pressing on Bale like a human pyramid.
Bale hugged Cristiano tightly, he even felt like he was dreaming - Cristiano assisted his first goal in his debut start! ? Is there anything happier and crazier than this? !
The first battle was a victory.
Benzema thought Bale would calm down after this, after all, his performance had captured the hearts of the coach and the chairman, but he didn't expect that Bale would like to stick to Chris even more.
He crossed his arms and squinted at the training ground, frowning.
Marcelo walked over to him with the ball, panting. "Gareth is like a guy who has succeeded in chasing stars. Look at him. I dare say that he has said more to Chris than to all the rest of us combined."
"This is normal. I don't think anyone dislikes Cristiano." Modric also stood aside with his arms crossed and watched. He said, "Besides, Cristiano always has interesting topics. It's easy to chat with him."
Ramos snorted: "He is radiating charm, he did it on purpose. Knowing that Gareth is his little fan, he still assisted Gareth's first goal. Wouldn't this make Gareth crazy?"
Kaka glanced at Ramos and said calmly: "Listen to what you are talking about. Cristiano is just playing the game. He didn't do anything special, nor did he need to do anything. He didn't think about those messes. That's just him."
"If you think there's something wrong with that, that's your problem, Sergio," Kaka said.
Ramos choked, and Modric beside him laughed softly and patted Ramos on the chest: "Kaka is right, don't be so petty."
Benzema added: "Cristiano also helped me score my first goal but I'm not a fan of his."
"Cristiano will not give special care to anyone just because they are his fans," Benzema corrected. "That's just normal interaction between the players."
After he finished speaking, he saw Kaka walk up, interrupt the mutual training between the two strikers over there, and grabbed a bottle of water and handed it to Cristiano.
Bale had to run over to the sidelines to get water and a towel to rest.
"Why didn't you go to training?" Marcelo thought about it and turned to ask Benzema, "Shouldn't you join their forward training?"
Benzema snorted.
Then he heard Cristiano calling him to come over for training, and Benzema quickly dropped what he was holding and ran over.
Of course he joined in, Chris called him.
After the training, Cristiano went home with Kaka as usual, but it was obvious that Kaka, who was in charge of driving, was not in a good mood to talk today.
"What are you talking about today? I see you all gathered together." Cristiano lazily held his chin and looked at Kaka.
"Talking about you." Kaka replied.
Cristiano immediately became interested when he heard this. He sat up straighter and asked, "Talk about me? What about me?"
"Talking about you and Gareth, Ramos thinks you are radiating charm to seduce young people," Kaka said.
Cristiano almost choked on his own saliva: "You really can't expect Sergio to say anything valuable."
"But it sounds to me like he's jealous and talking without thinking," Kaka said calmly.
"What is he jealous of? Is he jealous that I seduced Gareth but not him? Come on, he just doesn't have a brain." Cristiano said what Kaka just said. He snorted and turned to look at Kaka, "What else did you say? What about you?"
"I?"
Cristiano snorted. "You don't like to talk, that must mean something. But I can't guess."
Kaka tightened his grip on the steering wheel slightly, then quickly loosened it again. He said, "I just don't like what they said."
“I don’t like it either.” Cristiano nodded quickly in agreement. “But don’t get mad about it. Do you think I took Sergio’s words seriously? I learned that a long time ago.”
Kaka paused. It was a rare moment when he was distracted while driving and turned his head to look at Cristiano. He didn't know if Cristiano was referring to something in the past, so he frowned slightly.
But Cristiano didn't look at him. Instead, he was looking out the car window, squinting his eyes slightly, and speaking lazily as if he was just speaking casually.
"What else?" Cristiano asked again after a while.
Kaka has parked his car in their large garage - there are more than a dozen expensive sports cars parked there, but only two are his, the others belong to Cristiano, and the boy likes to collect these beautiful, shiny big guys.
Kaka turned off the engine, and before the two of them came out of the garage, Cristiano was still asking Kaka tirelessly: "What else? I think there must be something else that makes you unhappy."
Kaka had to stop, his insignificant little snacks had long disappeared under Cristiano's relentless questioning.
If he really cared about these things, he should have retired right there with Cristiano - of course, he knew Cristiano would not agree, and neither would he.
Kaka turned around with amusement, then pushed Cristiano and said in a pretended serious tone: "But those people do like you. Bale, Benzema, Ramos, Marcelo, Pepe... I have to share you with them, and I can't monopolize you. You see, this is what I think."
Cristiano blinked. Kaka pushed him against the door of the garage. He laughed and turned around flexibly, reversing the role of the person against the wall.
He said: "There are hundreds of millions of fans who like me. On the pitch, it seems that you really have to share me with a group of people. But I am the same, Kaka, I have to share your goodness with so many people, and those people's screams are also directed at you."
Kaka smiled, curling the corners of his mouth, although he didn't think they were the same.
He shook his head inconspicuously. Cristiano was always more likely to attract some inappropriate covetousness than anyone else.
"…But here, Kaka, this is our territory, you can have me all to yourself." Cristiano spoke again, lowering his voice.
His drooping eyelashes were long, dense and curled up. He looked at Kaka, his brown-green eyes like a pool of deep black water under the dim light of the garage.
Kaka paused for a few seconds, then pursed his lips and looked into Cristiano's eyes, raised the corners of his mouth and said softly: "...You are right, Cris."
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