Chapter 217
"How's Cristiano? I think the reporters just blocked him again."
As soon as Ramos entered the players' locker room, he grabbed someone and asked him. He frowned and whispered unhappily: "Those reporters are so annoying. I think Cristiano was hit by a camera."
Benzema was sitting on the bench. He looked up when he heard this. He pursed his lips slightly and pointed to the bathroom inside. "He's in there. Kaka is with him. Do you want to go in and find him now?"
Ramos responded: "I'll go see him."
"Then I'll go with you." Benzema also stood up.
Bale also stood up, causing Benzema to glance at him a few times - doesn't he understand Spanish? Don’t you always ask Cristiano to translate? Now it doesn’t look like he can’t understand Spanish.
Raul stopped them and said, "Those reporters are annoying Cristiano enough, are you going to bother him too?"
Casillas gestured with his palm downwards in a soothing manner: "Sit down, boys. It won't be too late to talk when he comes out."
"Didn't Kaka go in?" Ramos asked, "Why did we get annoyed with him after we went in?"
Raul choked. Should he just say it directly, because Ramos you are noisy?
"Can you be the same as Kaka? At least Kaka is quiet." Modric glanced at the captain who had difficulty speaking, and he spoke for Raul.
The Croatian then turned to Ramos and added: "Gareth and Karim might be better, but you, I think you can create a choir effect by yourself."
"Nonsense," Ramos retorted.
Just as they were exchanging insults, Cristiano and Kaka came out of the bathroom.
There was a large area of light red under Cristiano's eyes from exercise. He soaked in the cold pool for a while, and when he came out, his body was still cold. He casually wrapped a white bath towel around his waist, and his hair was wet and dripping with water.
Ramos and his companions immediately stopped talking.
To be honest, none of them were in the mood to make a fuss. They had lost 0-1 to Liverpool in the first leg of the knockout match at the Bernabeu, their home ground.
Everyone would be depressed after losing the game, but the media reporters stopped them and asked those sharp questions - "Facing the situation where you are likely to be eliminated in the quarter-finals again, what do you want to say?", "Tell us about this game! Talk about the goals you didn't score..."
besides--
"Has Ronaldo's goal curse not been broken yet?"
"Ronaldo! You and the team are about to leave the Champions League, what do you want to say?"
"Last season's Champions League top scorer may only be able to finish this season with two goals. Ronaldo refused to be interviewed and had a bad attitude!"
Ramos saw the reporter and cameraman bump into Cristiano in the player tunnel. Cristiano turned and left without saying anything, but the other reporter turned around and used Cristiano's back as the background as he walked into the player tunnel, making a big fuss, which made him very angry.
He was about to snatch the microphone from the reporter, but before he could reach out his hand, Raul and Guti pulled it away on each side.
"Honestly, if you guys hadn't stopped me, I would have confiscated that reporter's microphone!" Ramos said angrily.
"Then you and Cristiano will make the headlines together. Do you want Florentino to burst a blood vessel?" Guti looked at Ramos seriously.
Ramos remained silent, while Pepe shrugged his shoulders: "I don't think there is anything wrong with this. He has to learn to make his blood vessels stronger."
Ramos almost laughed out loud at an inappropriate time, but no, he couldn't laugh at this, it was inappropriate.
He took a deep breath and looked at Cristiano who was now walking out of the bathroom.
Just as he was about to speak, Cristiano looked over at him, curved his eyes and smiled: "Honestly, sese, I could hear your voice in the bathroom. Fortunately, they stopped you."
Ramos wrinkled his nose.
Then Cristiano walked up to him, and he could smell the shower gel that Cristiano used. It must be the French brand that Karim gave him, it smelled so good.
Ramos lowered his head, and then heard Cristiano say: "We lost this game, but we still have a chance. One game doesn't mean anything. This is a round game. We can get it back in the next round!"
Ramos was infected by the excitement in Cristiano's words. His eyes lit up and he raised his arms and waved: "That's right! Did you hear what Chris said? He is right! We will definitely win back next round!"
Casillas looked over, smiled, curved his eyes, turned his head and said to Raul and Guti: "Look at the two of them, singing the same tune, just like the captain and vice-captain."
"This is great. At least I will feel more at ease." Raul said softly, "Real Madrid needs such spiritual support, just like inheritance, although it is an old tune, but it will never go out of date."
Casillas slightly stopped his previous teasing, he looked at Raul, Guti also stood beside him, both in silence, they all knew that perhaps sometime in the near future, this group of people would have to leave this place, even if they gave all their youth here, even if they suffered all the injuries for it, they would always have to leave.
And when they leave, they hope it gets better.
Casillas and the others exchanged glances, then Raul and Guti started laughing again, and no one said anything more.
As for Cristiano, he looked at Ramos quietly.
Ramos was still shouting without realizing it, echoing himself, as if he had returned to the old days, always standing beside him and loudly remonstrating.
Cristiano smiled inconspicuously, then bumped Ramos' shoulder and whispered, "Hey, are you really going to grab that guy's microphone?"
"If Raul and Guti hadn't reacted so quickly, the microphone would be in the trash can here now." Ramos gritted his teeth again when he heard this. He didn't mention the more infuriating things the reporter said later. He hoped Cristiano didn't hear it.
Cristiano looked at him for a few seconds, then smiled and said, "We have to protect the forwards even off the field? Is this a professional habit?"
"Tsk, why do I feel like you're laughing at me?" Ramos narrowed his eyes, laughed and bumped back, "Go away with your professional habits, it has nothing to do with this."
Cristiano grinned, bit his tongue and smiled, without saying anything, he just opened the closet and changed his clothes.
"Anfield is the place for revenge." Guti clapped his hands and greeted everyone.
Everyone in the locker room responded loudly.
Mourinho was standing outside the locker room. He heard the noise in the locker room, stood outside the door silently for a while, then turned around and left.
He felt that there was no need for him to say anything here.
As soon as he walked to the post-match interview area, several microphones were pointed at him, and as expected, a reporter asked Mourinho about Cristiano being the first to leave the stadium.
"Ronaldo was the first to return to the locker room after the game. He was not with his teammates. Does this mean that he was in a very bad mood because he didn't score a goal? Is he angry?"
Mourinho glanced at the other person and said, "Just because he is Cristiano Ronaldo, there will be so many speculations when he leaves the stadium first? If he leaves last, will you ask him why he leaves the stadium last?"
The reporter who asked the question choked. If that was true, then of course they would... ask that.
They always have to have something to write about.
When Mourinho saw the other party's reaction, he knew he was right.
He raised the corners of his mouth in contempt, narrowed his eyes slightly, then picked up the microphone and said, "By the way, I was the first one to leave the court, if that's what you're asking."
reporter:"……"
This doesn't seem to be wrong.
After Real Madrid lost the game 0-1, Mourinho was the first to walk away from the stadium without even bothering to give any extra glances.
Then Cristiano followed.
The reporters surrounding them twitched their lips - these two Portuguese guys... they are so exactly alike.
The post-match interview was quickly posted online, immediately attracting a lot of attention.
[Who understands, hahahahaha, “I am the first one to leave”, you are still so proud? 】
[You Portuguese people...are you all crazy? Stereotypes exist】
[I feel that the Portuguese people's mental state is very awesome... they never waste their energy on each other]
[Need I say more?] The Portuguese rule the football world! ! The strongest agent in football, Jorge Mendes, is Portuguese; the legendary coach in football, Jose Mourinho, is Portuguese; the Goat in football, Cristiano Ronaldo, is Portuguese]
[Absolutely... So the strongest in the three realms are all Portuguese hahahaha]
[Although, it seems that none of them are officials? Are there no Portuguese people in the Football Association? This doesn't seem to be of any use.]
[…No matter what, I will only repeat: The Goat of football, Cristiano Ronaldo]
【Football Goat, Cristiano Ronaldo】
【Football Goat, Cristiano Ronaldo】
【……】
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