Chapter 225
At Camp Nou, Cristiano's every move was honestly recorded by countless cameras on the sidelines, becoming the material that was talked about and reported after the game.
The shot of Guardiola leaving the player tunnel with a gloomy face and the three consecutive shots of Mourinho rushing towards Cristiano in ecstasy and jumping directly onto Cristiano's waist and cheering were also talked about by the media for a long time.
Real Madrid vs. Barcelona was a national derby with a strong smell of gunpowder, and this derby did not disappoint people.
Real Madrid took the lead at Camp Nou in the first 20 minutes of the game, but Barcelona equalized the score in the 60 minutes of the second half. The game was full of suspense again. In the end, Real Madrid defeated Barcelona in the last seconds of the game, which made the whole audience boil!
The main players of both teams contributed their best and most exciting games to the fans, although Barcelona fans may have trouble sleeping tonight.
"I'm very happy. It was a difficult game. I don't deny that our opponents had to use all kinds of means to prevent us from scoring and winning the game. They had to do so, and this made the game more exciting and more challenging." Cristiano faced the microphones that were stuffed from all directions. He smiled confidently and flamboyantly, as if nothing could stump him.
And this is indeed the case. Whether it was Barcelona's defense or some off-field tricks that could not be brought to the table, Barcelona tried all means but still lost the game.
Kaka was sitting next to the Portuguese. Hearing this, he turned his head to look at Cristiano, with a faint smile flashing in his eyes.
He heard the implication in Cristiano's words, and he always knew that Cristiano was good at talking.
Faced with reporters who always like to set traps for them, Cristiano always manages to avoid those traps and answer those guys with appropriate and powerful words.
It's inevitable that journalists like to chew on their words and twist their intentions, but they were not afraid to speak out about Barcelona's behavior.
Kaka also took the microphone and continued Cristiano's words: "Like Chris said, I believe everyone can clearly see how much effort Barcelona has made in this game."
He paused for just one second and looked at the reporters in the audience. This slight pause made the reporters understand and they quickly started taking notes.
Kaka continued: "But we fought until the last minute and the last second. This is why Real Madrid won. We never gave up the fruits of victory."
Then came Benzema, Ramos, Di Maria... Almost every player accepted a post-match interview, and Mourinho answered reporters' questions directly -
"I will tell you that if there are five minutes left in the game, I want Cristiano to be on the pitch. I am so sure that he can score for me. Not only in this game, but in every game before and after this."
Mourinho looked at the reporters, and his answer without hesitation was like the final touch to end the interview, making this already bustling place even more lively.
This is Mourinho. Who has ever seen Mourinho say such things?
Not to mention whether the two had any tactical differences before, even if there had been, they have now visibly disappeared.
Winning is the best way to resolve conflicts. As long as the results are good enough, there will be no conflicts that cannot be mediated.
When Cristiano heard what Mourinho said, he subconsciously looked over and saw Mourinho standing in the crowd with his head held high. He still had that cold and almost arrogant look on his face, and he didn't even look at him.
All right. Cristiano lowered his head and raised the corners of his mouth in amusement, but Mourinho would not even look at him.
The interview was coming to an end. He glanced at Kaka, and the two of them exchanged glances before standing up together, pushing their chairs away, and striding out of the crowd.
"I'm so tired." Cristiano pulled his baseball cap down and whispered in Kaka's ear. After getting on the bus, he and Kaka sat in the back seat.
He always likes to sit by the window. Kaka always laughs at Chris for being like a child who always likes to watch the scenery outside the window rapidly receding. But this time, Kaka pulled the curtain on Cristiano's side as soon as he got in the car.
Kaka could fully imagine that when their bus drove out of the parking lot, the streets outside would be crowded with fans - this was Barcelona's home ground after all, and fans wearing the red and blue jerseys would occupy this street, holding up exaggerated and huge posters, full of malice and resentment, directed at them and at Barcelona.
Cristiano doesn't need to see this, he thought to himself. He listened to Cristiano's mumbling, smiled, raised his hand and pushed the boy's cap down again, smiled and said softly: "That's just right for a good sleep, anyway, we're going straight back to Madrid."
They rarely stay in the city overnight after a game.
Cristiano moved his waist, found a slightly more comfortable position in the seat, curled up, and put his head on Kaka's shoulder as a pillow: "You're right, anyway, you won't let me oversleep."
"No one will let you oversleep." Kaka heard Cristiano's unconsciously childish mumbling. He shook his head with a smile, grabbed Cristiano's soft and drooping curly hair, and wrapped it around his fingertips to play with it.
Cristiano closed his eyes. Kaka's movements were so gentle that he only felt his hair being slightly pulled. Kaka's fingers would pass through his hair and massage his scalp, which was as comfortable as if a professional technician was massaging him.
He curled up the corners of his mouth and said slowly with a hint of sleepiness: "I don't believe those guys."
Kaka didn't say anything more after hearing this. He just smiled and said softly: "Well, I'm here anyway, that's enough."
Cristiano doesn't need to spend his trust elsewhere, that would be a waste, Kaka thought to himself, he lowered his eyes, then took out a pair of headphones from his backpack and gently put them into Cristiano's ears as earplugs.
"I don't want to listen to evangelical Protestant songs..." Cristiano muttered suddenly.
Kaka: "...Rihanna?"
"Well, okay." Cristiano responded and patted Kaka's waist, "Be gentle."
Kaka resigned himself to carefully selecting songs, adjusting the volume, and even adjusting the position of the headphones to prevent Chris from feeling uncomfortable.
When Van Nistelrooy and other teammates returned to the bus one by one, they saw Cristiano sleeping soundly with his head resting on Kaka's shoulder.
"Is this guy still a child? Lack of sleep? How can he always fall asleep after such an exciting game?" Ramos had originally gotten into the car excitedly, planning to have a long chat with Cristiano or sing a song to celebrate - he had already thought of what to sing, and he would never be carried away by Cristiano's out-of-tune again - but Cristiano had already fallen asleep.
Van Nistelrooy kicked the back of Ramos' chair. Ramos jumped up from the chair and turned to look at Van Nistelrooy behind him. Van Nistelrooy glanced at him calmly and said, "It seems that you still have a lot of energy. It means that you haven't used your full strength in the game."
Casillas stared over when he heard that, and his defender even ran to score a goal. He glanced at Ramos dimly, and Ramos' scalp suddenly numbed.
Ramos raised his hand quickly as if begging for mercy and said: "No, no, I'm tired too. I'm going to sleep with Cristiano. Good night guys."
Fanny sneered.
Kaka felt that the boy who was sleeping on his shoulder moved slightly, and then buried his face deeper between his shoulder and the back of the chair.
Kaka then heard Cristiano whisper: "Screw it, sleeping with me? That's how rumors start."
Kaka burst out laughing. He blocked Cristiano's side inconspicuously, covered his mouth and said softly, "Are you not asleep?"
"He's too noisy." Cristiano groaned uncomfortably. He moved his body, then lazily leaned on Kaka's shoulder and continued to take a nap.
Kaka raised his hands and covered Cristiano's ears, agreeing with him.
The group returned to Madrid overnight and spent the next day resting.
As the end-of-season knockout rounds came to an end one by one, the club's competitions became increasingly easier, not to mention that they had already secured the championship title in the next league.
Cristiano only played the first half to maintain his condition and prepare for the final Champions League final. Mourinho must ensure that Cristiano is in the healthiest and best condition.
The usual training is the same as usual. Cristiano always stays for extra training and sometimes meets Ramos.
"I'm afraid your friend in Barcelona is not doing well recently." Ramos said to Cristiano with a nod.
Cristiano was doing sit-ups next to him. Hearing this, he sat up and looked over: "You mean Gerrard?"
Ramos nodded and asked Cristiano: "Didn't he say anything to you?"
"No." Cristiano frowned. "He came to you? What happened to him?"
Ramos laughed as if he had heard a funny joke: "It's a ghost story if he comes to me."
Cristiano twitched his lips.
"I just happened to see his news. After the last derby, he seemed to say something like 'You are irresistible' and mentioned Guardiola's tactics. In short, he ran into a gun." Ramos said, "He seems to have been on the bench for two consecutive league games."
Cristiano paused when he heard this, he grabbed the phone beside him and glanced at the sports news, and soon found the report about Pique. As an excellent defender newly introduced by Barcelona, Pique's performance in the team has always been very good. One bench position can be regarded as a rotation, but two consecutive games would make him have to think about some problems.
Cristiano sent a message directly to Pique, and within half a minute, his phone started beeping.
[Geri: Ronnie...[crying.gif]]
【cristiano: ...chat? 】
[Geri: Okay Ronnie! I come to your house? 】
【cristiano: I mean chatting on the phone】
【Geri: ...Ronnieeee[crying.gif]】
Cristiano stared at the message sent by Pique, and he almost saw the handsome boy with blond hair and a kiwi beard when he was in Manchester United crying - Pique cried in front of him many times when he was in Manchester United, but he promised Pique to keep it a secret and not tell it.
Cristiano pinched his brows.
Ramos came closer to see in confusion: "What did he say? Why did he make you so upset... He also sent emoticons?! Is he being a spoiled child?? Is this Gerard Pique?"
damn it.
Ramos wanted to look at the chat history he had just sent to Pique. Did Cristiano add an impostor?
——【sese: benched】
——[Geri: [middle finger.jpg]]
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