Chapter 223
Casillas was dragged down by Cristiano and Ramos for additional training.
Casillas didn't understand why he had to suffer like this, as he had already been tortured by Cristiano during regular training.
Ramos: "I want to practice penalties."
Cristiano: "I want to practice free kicks."
Casillas: "Have you ever considered that I am too old to be subjected to such high-intensity training? And, Sergio, what are you training for?"
The two little bastards looked over eagerly.
Ramos pulled Casillas with a playful smile and said, "I'll just use it for a bit, Iker, you won't be so stingy that you won't even give me ten minutes, right?"
"I am just that stingy." Casillas pulled the corner of his mouth. Ramos deserved to have no ball to practice with that kind of mouth.
Ramos: “…”
Cristiano laughed silently at Ramos with glee.
Ramos' eyes widened.
Cristiano took Casillas' gloves and stuffed them into the man's hands, saying, "What do you mean old? Are you talking about yourself? How is this possible? You are the best goalkeeper in La Liga. You are in your prime time. Don't talk nonsense about Iker."
Casillas curled the corners of his mouth and subconsciously took the gloves handed to him by Cristiano. When he came to his senses, he had already put on the gloves and stood in front of the goal.
Casillas: “…”
Cristiano stood about ten meters away from him with a smile on his face and gave him a thumbs up.
Sweet-talking little bastard.
Casillas clenched his fist silently.
After several extra training sessions, Casillas would walk around Cristiano when he saw him on the training ground.
He no longer wanted to be left alone with Cristiano, as he would surely be tricked by Cristiano into going to practice football again without realizing it.
Fanny noticed the two people playing like a cat and mouse here, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and stopped Cassie: "Why are you always avoiding Ronnie recently?"
"Do you know how hard it is to save his free kicks? He drags me to practice this every day." Casillas drooped his eyes and accused with an unforgivable look, "I really don't want to see him standing in front of my goal again."
Van Nistelrooy understood what he said, he turned to look at Cristiano, who spread his hands towards him innocently.
"Thank God, I finally found you, Iker!" Cristiano walked over quickly, "Thank you, Luther!"
Casillas: "... Luther!"
Fanny touched his nose, took a step aside, shrugged and said, "I didn't mean to stop you for him. But I know what you mean. Next time I'll give you Edwin's contact information. Maybe you two can have a lot of ideas to share."
Van der Sar, who was far away in Manchester, suddenly sneezed violently several times.
Casillas looked at Cristiano and raised his eyebrows: "Yes, this guy will not let any goalkeeper go."
"But I'm curious, how did you get Van der Sar to train with you?" Casillas asked.
Cristiano tilted his head and corrected confidently: "This is mutually beneficial and win-win, we all benefit."
Van Nistelrooy said to Casillas: "Just like how you agreed to practice with Ronnie the other day."
Casillas: “…”I understand.
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In a blink of an eye, the La Liga has reached the 35th round, and Real Madrid plays away against Barcelona.
This is the national derby between the first and second place in the league table. So far, Real Madrid is four points ahead of Barcelona in the standings.
The two teams met in the player tunnel, and Cristiano saw Pique's tall figure standing at the end of the team, winking at him and saying hello.
Cristiano smiled, turned to Pique and nodded.
The two of them tacitly did not come closer. After all, Barcelona was the one that was four points behind. Pique held his tail between his legs and did not want to turn around and be punished by the team.
The game started at Camp Nou.
"Barcelona took the initiative to kick off! But they seemed to be suppressed by Real Madrid right from the start. Judging from the rhythm of the kick, they were at a disadvantage!" the commentator said quickly.
Breaking with the previous stalemate in the King's Cup, this time Real Madrid frequently created threats towards the opponent's goal within less than fifteen minutes of the start of the game, and created several corner kicks in just ten minutes!
"Di Maria kicks off! Cristiano heads the ball in front of the goal!" The commentator took a breath, but soon saw the ball falling towards the crossbar of the goal, and then the opponent's goalkeeper stretched out his arm, just brushed the ball with his fingertips, and pushed the ball out.
"Cristiano's header still lacked a little power, but the angle was still tricky. If he had added a little more power, I'm afraid Valdes's goal would have been wide open to the Portuguese." said his partner upon seeing this.
Cristiano also felt it was a pity. He gritted his teeth, looked at Di Maria, and gave the Argentine a thumbs up.
Kaka trotted over, raised his hands and high-fived Cristiano. When his hands naturally dropped, it was as if he was vaguely holding Cristiano's waist. He tilted his head and whispered quickly in Cristiano's ear: "You're in great shape."
"I feel great today, too." Cristiano curled up the corners of his mouth when he heard this. He winked at Kaka, then ran away quickly before the camera on the field swept over him.
Ramos ran past him and stretched out his hand to Cristiano. Seeing this, Cristiano spread out his palms, and patted the palm lightly with Ramos in tacit understanding, and exchanged glances.
As the game switched between offense and defense, Barcelona saw Xavi break through the double-team of Pepe and Marcelo on the wing and pass the ball directly to Iniesta's feet.
Seeing this, Ramos immediately accelerated and rushed forward. Just as he was about to make a tackle, Iniesta subconsciously hooked the ball with his heel, and the ball flew high out of the goal.
"Xavi's pass was a little behind Iniesta, and Iniesta failed to control the ball, so it flew out of the goal!"
In the 16th minute of the game, Barcelona launched an attack on Real Madrid's goal for the first time, but unfortunately it was not much of a threat.
Not long after that, Real Madrid got another corner kick opportunity.
The home fans in the stadium booed in dissatisfaction, and the commentator also said: "Barcelona has not been able to control the situation so far, and Real Madrid has another corner kick opportunity!"
"It's still Di Maria kicking off!"
The ball fell in front of the goal. Even though Pepe rushed forward and shot towards the goal, Valdes accurately predicted it and flew to save it!
"The ball is still there! There is still a chance!" The ball was not blocked by Valdes and was quickly retrieved.
Cristiano had already run to the ball. He seized the opportunity to glance at the melee in the penalty area, then shouted and pushed the ball forward!
Puyol quickly moved forward in front of the goal, his attention completely focused on trying to use his body to block the ball from someone behind him.
But he only had time to use his body to block the opponent, but didn't have time to change his feet to push the ball out.
Ramos raised his hand high to signal. He was blocked by Puyol on one end, but he caught the pass from Cristiano without hesitation and pushed the ball straight through the gap and hit the goal!
The Barcelona goalkeeper didn't have time to return to his position and could only watch Real Madrid score a goal into their own goal less than twenty minutes into the game!
"GOOOOOOAL! The ball goes in! The ball goes in!!"
"The goal is valid! Real Madrid takes the first point away from home!"
"Ramos scored the first goal of the game!! Assisted by Cristiano! Real Madrid is leading 1-0 temporarily!"
Ramos waved his fists, quickly found Cristiano, happily pushed Cristiano's shoulders with both hands and jumped high, then jumped on Cristiano's body: "Great!!!"
Cristiano staggered and jogged forward a few steps before he could steady himself. He laughed, grinned, and slapped Ramos' thighs hard a few times: "You're so heavy! Get down!"
Ramos grinned and waved to his teammates: "Come here! Come here!"
Raul, Pepe, Benzema and others ran up one after another, opened their arms and casually ruffled Cristiano's hair, patted Ramos on the face, and after a few words of encouragement, the group dispersed again.
The game continues.
Cristiano quickly grabbed his hair several times, trying to quickly restore the messed up hair.
He really didn't understand why everyone came to rub his head when it was Ramos who scored the goal?
After Real Madrid scored a goal, Barcelona's play became obviously more impatient, but Real Madrid, who were leading by one goal, played more steadily while maintaining their attacking momentum, and instead found Barcelona's frequent mistakes in the midfield.
"Another round of attack from Real Madrid!! After Modric passed the ball, Cristiano broke through on the wing! He shot directly from a small angle outside the penalty area!"
The ball rolled quickly in front of the goal. Cristiano didn't brake and rolled on the ground to relieve the speed and force of his previous sprint. He lay on the grass and looked up at the goal, only to see the ball quietly rolling out of the post. He smacked his lips regretfully and pursed his lips heavily.
"It was so close!! Cristiano was just a little bit away from scoring another goal! It was less than a minute since the last goal!"
"The ball passed in front of the goal and missed it!"
Valdes was shouting and gesticulating angrily at his players. Their defense was easily penetrated, which was totally not the state they should be in.
The fans in the stadium were madly giving Cristiano the middle finger, some from Barcelona and some from Real Madrid.
"Barbie! Barbie! Cristiano is Barbie!"
"Crybaby Ronaldo get out of Spain!"
“…”
Cristiano grinned and smiled indifferently.
He got up from the ground and took a look at the fan area. He patiently raised his index finger to his lips and pressed it towards the fans, signaling the fans to give him more time.
He would prove it to them.
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