Chapter 231
When Van Nistelrooy was warming up, he saw the grand and conspicuous "support group" in the stands. He looked at those familiar Red Devils and couldn't help but twitch his mouth.
Ferdinand and Giggs waved at him with big smiles on their faces.
But Fanny felt that the smile was clearly a hint for him to take good care of Ronnie.
"Did you get a Manchester United team to be your cheerleaders?" Ramos teased, nudging Cristiano.
He noticed that Cristiano seemed very happy when he was warming up, and then he followed Cristiano's frequent glances towards the stands and saw a group of tall men and a little old man who looked quite amiable.
Ramos almost choked on his own saliva. He actually found the famous blower so friendly. There must be something wrong with his eyes.
Cristiano snorted and rolled his eyes. "What cheerleaders? They're here to watch the game."
"I just know that they will let the cameras turn twice as much toward the west side of the stands." Raul came over and joked, "It feels like they are here to inspect Real Madrid."
"..." Ramos suddenly remembered the barbecue party that night, when several English defenders pushed him into a chair, and he suddenly understood what Raul meant.
Fanny grinned; he thought these people were quite intuitive.
Those who are good at playing football basically have the intuition and sense of smell of a wild beast.
The game begins.
The confrontation between Real Madrid and Chelsea officially kicked off.
In this Champions League journey, Chelsea's journey all the way to the final is like a grand miracle.
They qualified in the last round of the group stage, lost 1-3 to Napoli away in the knockout stage, and the coach was sacked. In the second leg, they achieved a stunning reversal at home with 4-1, overcoming all obstacles and finally arriving at the Allianz Arena.
This blue army has extremely tenacious vitality, just like a bunch of flourishing weeds. As long as they are given a little gap, they can drill into it to absorb nutrients and opportunities, and burst out with a fatal attack power at the last moment.
Mourinho looked at the team he once coached. He knew better than anyone how eager the team was to win the championship, how depressed they had been at Stamford Bridge, and how regretful and aggrieved they were for the defeat.
And today they are standing on the final stage again, and Mourinho knows that this game will definitely be a fierce battle.
"Chelsea's attack was very meticulous and careful. They did not let their defense loosen due to the offensive rhythm. Both teams failed to launch several shots at the opponent's goal in the first twenty minutes!" said the commentator.
The referee on the field gave Chelsea a free kick in the frontcourt, but soon the broadcast camera suddenly cut to the audience stands.
Suddenly, a fan ran in from the sidelines, wearing the No. 9 jersey of Real Madrid. He nimbly ran all the way into the stadium, avoiding the interception and arrest of four or five stadium security guards, causing all the fans in the stands to scream and cheer excitedly.
Ferguson was not surprised to see the fan wearing Cristiano's jersey. He put his hands in his pockets, chewed gum, and glared at the security guards at the Allianz Arena with a cold face.
"Useless security, they can't even stop a fan! Did they not eat?!" Ferguson yelled indignantly.
Keane and Giggs also nodded in agreement. Damn, look at that male fan! They all pounced on Ronnie! ! God, even a full hug! !
"I bet that guy gave Ronnie a kiss," Giggs said, narrowing his eyes.
"Oh, Kaka, that's Kaka, right? He actually lifted the fan away with one hand, which doesn't fit his gentle and gentlemanly personality." Rooney grinned as if watching a show. "I agree with you, Ryan, that fan definitely kissed Ronnie. You can tell by the mysterious expression on his face, as if he had won a million euros."
"You can tell from Kaka's expression." Ferdinand said. Kaka didn't smile at all, which was too obvious compared to his teammates who were grinning and watching the fun. Ferdinand sighed and snorted lightly, "But it's because he's too slow."
Cristiano was still not able to react when he saw the fan running into the field. When he finally reacted, the other party rushed towards him with excitement and enthusiasm, making it impossible for him to refuse, so he had to stand still.
He patted the fans who were so happy and excited that they were about to cry, and before he said anything, he felt a kiss on his chest. He coughed dryly and looked up for help, looking for the security guards and his teammates who had arrived late.
The next second, Kaka lifted away the fan who was buried in his chest.
Raul and Alonso stood aside with their hands on their hips, watching with amusement. Ramos winked at him, covered his mouth and said, "What a celebrity, Chris!"
Cristiano ignored Ramos. He touched his nose, returned to the team, and stood with Kaka as a human wall.
Kaka took Cristiano's arm, as if silently emphasizing that Cristiano is mine.
Cristiano obediently moved according to the arrangements of Kaka and others. Casillas gestured loudly behind them, signaling them to get closer, so he and Kaka stuck close to each other, and their body temperature was transmitted through the thin jerseys.
"Chelsea got a free kick in the frontcourt! Terry chose to shoot directly! Hit the wall!"
Pepe blocked the ball, and soon Real Madrid had a chance to counterattack.
"Kaka made a straight pass after a long run! Cristiano made a cross from the wing, and Van Nistelrooy scrambled for the ball in the penalty area... Van Nistelrooy fell down!!" The commentator exclaimed softly, somewhat unsure whether this was caused by a foul.
Van Nistelrooy lay on the ground for a while to relieve the pain in his foot, then he got up and saw Raul and his teammates asking the referee for an explanation.
The referee didn't seem to intend to give a penalty. Raul and Marcelo were talking about something. Just as he was about to walk towards the referee, he was pushed from behind by a Chelsea defender.
"Fake fall, you know I didn't do anything." The guy sarcastically said provocatively behind him.
Fanny suddenly turned around angrily: "So you want to have a fight?"
The teammates who were just standing around taking a rest gathered around when they saw this.
Cristiano quickly rushed into the crowd, stopped Van Nistelrooy, and just as he was about to pull Van Nistelrooy out of the crowd, he heard the defender behind him say again: "I thought you were the same Van Nistelrooy from before? Diving is the only way you can score a goal now..."
Cristiano suddenly turned around and pushed the guy away, so fast that Kaka on the side didn't have time to react. Soon the man also rushed up, and the scene suddenly became chaotic.
Kaka quickly fended off Cristiano, while Ramos was the first to rush forward and pushed away the defender who was pushing him without hesitation. It seemed as if the two teams were about to engage in a melee.
Ferguson gasped in the stands: "Damn it Ronnie, why did he get himself into trouble again!?"
"It's all about Van Nistelrooy again." Rooney rolled his eyes. "He stood up for Van Nistelrooy when he was at Manchester United, and he's still doing it when he's at Real Madrid."
"I told you before, Cristiano likes Van Nistelrooy's face," Giggs said dryly. "But fortunately, it seems that these people at Real Madrid are reliable at the moment."
Although the reaction was not fast enough, at least Cristiano was pulled out of the eye of the storm.
Alan glanced at Giggs, frowned and retorted: "He always treats his teammates like this. He has also helped me. Didn't you see the other side's defender move his mouth? That person must have said something very unpleasant."
Giggs looked at Alan and said firmly: "Of course, he likes your face too."
Alan: “…”
There is no way to communicate with these people.
Rooney laughed particularly loudly.
"But Waza is a bit surprising," Giggs added.
Rooney's laughter stopped abruptly.
What's the meaning?
He looked at Giggs, who shrugged at him to indicate that he meant no harm.
Keane said: "Shut up and watch the game."
Ferguson pinched his nose and took a deep breath. My God, what kind of people are the players under his command?
The referee on the field quickly gave a yellow card to one side, and Cristiano received his first yellow card in this Champions League.
Mourinho was so angry that he was cursing and gesticulating on the sidelines. He didn't understand what Cristiano was doing at such a critical moment. !
Cristiano ignored it. Even if he got a yellow card, he would not regret his action.
He grabbed Van Nistelrooy's arm. Van Nistelrooy felt the strength on his arm. He turned his head to look at the young Portuguese, patted his face which was a little red because of his anger, and said softly: "That was his trash talk. He provoked me and I provoked him, but in the end, you were hooked."
"Luther." Cristiano called out softly and pursed his lips.
"But I'm glad you're in front of me, Ronnie, but I guess Sir Alex Ferguson is going to be furious again, remember what happened last time?" Van Nistelrooy laughed.
Upon hearing this, Cristiano quickly remembered that when they were still at Manchester United, the boss was indeed angry, and his two strikers were both caught in the eye of the storm. This was the situation he least wanted to see.
Cristiano grinned as well.
Van Nistelrooy quickly added: "I don't take it seriously. Wait and see. Let's give them a good beating."
Cristiano nodded quickly upon hearing this. He held out his hand, and Van Nistelrooy clapped his hands lightly. The two exchanged a tacit look, letting Cristiano know that there was no problem between them.
Raul walked behind Van Nistelrooy and Chris. While the Chelsea players were still arguing with the referee about the yellow card, he nudged Kaka and twitched his lips speechlessly: "What are those two whispering about? Cristiano is still smiling after getting a yellow card? You should really talk to him."
Kaka glanced in Cristiano's direction, shook his head and smiled: "I think this way, we are not far from scoring."
"Those defenders shouldn't annoy Cris and Van Nistelrooy." Kaka looked at Cristiano's back and said firmly.
Raul raised his eyebrows when he heard this.
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