Chapter 222
After the game, Ramos took the initiative to stay and train more.
Although they won the penalty shootout in the Champions League semi-final, the feeling of losing a penalty always comes back to them from time to time after the game.
He secretly worked harder in training - this was not only Mourinho's request, but also his own choice.
It is in the Real Madrid team that he can most deeply feel the rapid growth of this team.
They have the best goal-scoring machine in Europe, their goals and their victories are creating history and records, and as a key member of this team, he must catch up faster.
Ramos stayed every day. Few people in the team would stay as late as he did, except Cristiano.
He noticed that Cristiano often stayed alone in the base after training recently.
He was beginning to suspect that Chris had had an argument with Kaka. Don’t these two always go to get off work together?
Cristiano had no idea what Ramos was thinking.
After the concentrated training that day, he sent Kaka to the parking lot as usual. He patted the car door and stuck his head into the window: "Let's go? I'll be back in an hour. I've made an appointment with my health management team for you. They will give you a check-up and relief when you get home."
Kaka responded. He raised his hand and rubbed Cristiano's head, which was stuck into the car window. Even in daily training, Cristiano's head was covered with hair gel, which was messed up by him in just a few strokes. He smiled and said, "Don't worry, Cris. I feel good, just a little tired."
He just felt a little uncomfortable during training two days ago, which was noticed by Cristiano at the first time. He called the team doctor for a check-up and it was found to be a common muscle strain and he needed more rest.
After the team doctor's examination, Cristiano called his own health management team to re-examine Kaka at home. After adding the systematic results, he felt a little relieved when they were consistent with those of Real Madrid's team doctor.
This has nothing to do with the level of Real Madrid's team doctor, it's just that he trusts his team more.
The intensive competition has caused most players to have some major or minor problems in their physical condition. Cristiano's strong physical fitness is not only a talent, but also the result of his extreme self-discipline and careful care of his body.
Although there is systematic recovery help, moderate rest is necessary, so during this period, Cristiano was the only one left to train more.
"Then you too, pay attention during training and don't get too tired." Kaka said, looking at Cristiano.
When Cristiano heard what Kaka said, he responded, waved with a smile, and patted the car door to signal Kaka that he could drive.
He watched Kaka drive away until the car turned a corner and disappeared from his sight, then he turned around and returned to the training ground.
Seeing Ramos still on the field, Cristiano called out to him, "Sergio, you haven't left yet? Then come with me."
"Here it comes!" Ramos blinked, and he quickly ran to Cristiano. He looked at Cristiano twice, hesitated for a moment, and still didn't ask what happened between him and Kaka.
Sese is not such a gossipy person.
Ramos and Cristiano practiced against each other for almost half an hour. Ramos waved his hands and panted, saying that he couldn't go on and needed to rest.
He sat down and saw Cristiano nodded, but didn't say anything, just turned and left.
Ramos thought Cristiano was going to the locker room to take a shower. He wanted to ask Cristiano to wait for him to go together, but seeing that Cristiano had already walked away, he curled his lips and closed them again. He just supported himself with his arms, raised his head and gasped for breath. He was so tired that he closed his eyes and felt like his legs were not his own.
Less than a minute later, Ramos suddenly felt a chill on his face.
He suddenly opened his eyes and saw Cristiano squatting beside him with a smile on his face, holding a towel and two bottles of water, one of which was pressed against his face. No wonder he was so cold just now.
Seeing Ramos open his eyes in shock, Cristiano immediately smiled with his eyes curved, a sly look of a successful prank flashed in his eyes, but on the surface he obediently stuffed the water into Ramos's hand and gestured: "Here, rest for ten minutes."
Ramos sat up straight. He took the water from Cristiano, rubbed his nose, coughed lightly and said, "I thought you went to take a shower."
"The training isn't over yet." Cristiano said, raising his eyebrows. "Are you going to fail?"
Not over yet? ! Ramos swallowed back the scream that was about to come out.
He met Cristiano's eyes. The Portuguese's eyes were full of provocation, and even his two delicate thin eyebrows seemed full of provocation.
He gritted his teeth and forced a smile: "Nonsense, as long as you want to practice, sese will practice with you, can you do it, can sese do it?"
"Then you'd better be able to do it." Cristiano smiled when he saw this. He could tell at a glance that Ramos was a little overwhelmed by such extra training, but he didn't expose it.
He knew that Ramos had been training extra for a while, and he could always see him these days, but he mostly chose to do some physical training indoors.
The two of them sat for a while. Cristiano turned his head to look at Ramos and curled his lips: "Have you rested well?"
"Have you rested well?" Ramos asked back.
Cristiano sneered, he quickly got up and patted the grass on his shorts: "Then hurry up, I have to go back to eat after practice."
Ramos saw that Cristiano didn't look tired at all. He swallowed his saliva, climbed up with difficulty, and muttered: "With your broccoli celery juice and boiled chicken breast, what's the desire to eat?"
Cristiano rolled his eyes, hooked the ball with his toes and threw it at Ramos.
Ramos was hit by the ball but he started laughing instead, like a silly golden retriever.
"Sese wants to practice penalty kicks, Cristiano, you go be the goalkeeper." After Ramos practiced offense and defense with Cristiano for a while, he asked while holding the ball.
Cristiano pointed at himself and said: "You want me to be a goalkeeper?"
"Yes." Ramos nodded as a matter of course. "Sese has been training with you for so long. It's not too much for you to be Sese's goalkeeper, right? You wouldn't be unwilling to do this, right?"
Cristiano: “…”
He stared into Ramos' dark eyes. After two seconds, he sneered and rolled his eyes: "Okay. You asked the best striker in the world to be your goalkeeper. You can brag about this for the rest of your life."
Ramos laughed. He held the ball over Cristiano's shoulders and bumped Chris's shoulders with a smile: "Stop talking nonsense, come on."
It was the first time Cristiano put on goalkeeper gloves. He clapped his hands through the thick and heavy gloves and it felt quite magical.
The two of them only blocked a few balls on the court. After all, he was an amateur, so it was better to say he was just fooling around than sparring.
After a few rounds, Cristiano found that being a goalkeeper is still a strenuous job, jumping left and right. It rained a little this morning, and the field was still a little wet. In a short while, his training suit was as dirty as if he had played a full-time official match against Barcelona.
Ramos saw Cristiano was as dirty as a poodle that looked like it had rolled in the mud, and he couldn't help but stop and start laughing. He had never seen Cristiano's goalkeeper gloves so dirty.
Cristiano looked over with his hands on his hips in confusion and called out to Ramos: "What are you laughing at? Don't you want to practice anymore? I'm only reluctantly accompanying you to practice shooting this time."
After he said that, he wanted to laugh. What a weird thing, a defender was practicing shooting.
But there's nothing wrong with taking a penalty kick.
"I'm not going to practice anymore. I don't have the energy to laugh anymore." Ramos shook his head.
He then burst into laughter: "Oh my God, let's go wash up, you are so dirty. I dare not let the paparazzi take pictures of you like this, otherwise Florentino's blood vessels will burst again."
It looks like a poor thing that was picked up from a garbage dump.
Ramos even wondered if he was being too inhumane.
Cristiano looked down at himself, then rolled his eyes toward the sky in a huge, standard move.
He took off his gloves and threw them at Ramos: "Get lost."
Ramos laughed, picked up his gloves and pulled Cristiano towards the locker room: "Let's go, it's getting late! Hurry up and take a shower, I'll treat you to dinner!"
"Who needs your treat?" Cristiano snorted and called him dirty without even looking at who it was for. Go away.
"I sincerely thank you for being my goalkeeper," Ramos said quickly as he pushed Cristiano into the bathroom.
In the end, Cristiano couldn't refuse Ramos' invitation. He really didn't know why Ramos, who was half a head shorter than him, was so strong. He felt like he was kidnapped.
"Is it delicious?" Ramos asked Cristiano while biting the spoon. "I think the paella here is the best."
"It tastes the same as before." Cristiano nodded with satisfaction. He guessed that Ramos would invite him to this restaurant for dinner. It was Ramos who introduced this restaurant to him in his previous life. He liked the flavor of this restaurant very much.
"You've been here? How did you know?" Ramos asked curiously, "What a coincidence! I thought I was the only one who knew about this place. It's not easy to find."
Cristiano paused, smiled and said nothing.
"Tsk, another little secret? You're always like this." Ramos suddenly felt a little frustrated and unhappy.
Cristiano glanced at him and said, "When you are older you will have secrets too. I am older than you."
"It's true that I think you are more childish than me." Ramos sneered.
What old age bullshit! It's especially funny coming out of Cristiano's mouth.
He had never seen anyone more childish than Cristiano, who was more adept at acting like a spoiled brat in front of others, to his teammates, to the referee, and even to the opposing players - if the opposing players had a good attitude, Cristiano could droop his eyelids softly in front of anyone, and he always looked very innocent with this face.
Cristiano smiled and pushed him, then stood up. "Well, thank you for dinner, I enjoyed it, but I have to go."
Ramos had no choice but to stand up. He muttered, "Okay, okay, you're getting further away again."
Cristiano seemed not to hear it and strode out of the restaurant.
Mourinho found out the next day that the two men stayed for extra training. Extra training was no big deal, but when Mourinho found out that Cristiano was the goalkeeper for Ramos, he angrily scolded both of them.
Casillas also twitched his lips. After Mourinho finished scolding and left, he grabbed the two men's ears and said, "Honestly, tell me, what are you thinking? Even the third goalkeeper is not here, and you asked Cristiano to practice penalty kicks with you? Chris, you actually agreed?"
Cristiano smiled at Casillas in a flattering manner, then he ran away rubbing his ears, shouting, "Iker Iker, then why don't you stay and train with us today?"
Casillas: “…”
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