Chapter 233
"I knew Ronnie could win!" In the stands, Ferdinand and others jumped up from their chairs excitedly, acting almost the same as the fans around them.
Van der Sar took a deep breath and was still savoring Cristiano's header. He really didn't want Cristiano to stand in front of his goal. The reaction speed and prediction of that ball were top among top shooters and the nightmare of every goalkeeper.
Rooney waved his hands happily, put his hands to his mouth and shouted like a megaphone: "Good job, Ronnie! Did you hear me? Good job!"
Giggs and his companions were happily putting their arms around each other's shoulders when they heard the surrounding fans start to sing "Ronaldo" loudly. They also joined in the shouting and making a lot of noise, making Ferguson want to stay away from these noisy guys.
Alan was staring at the field. He noticed that Cristiano was lying on the ground and hadn't gotten up yet. His teammates were pressing down on Chris like a mountain.
He pursed his lips. If it were him, he would pull Cristiano out first.
Cristiano lay on the court, gasping for air and trying to catch his breath. He was pulled up by a pair of strong but gentle hands.
"Kaka!" He murmured happily, standing up and leaning forward, confidently putting his weight on his lover.
"Cris." Kaka laughed softly and caught Cristiano. He put his hands through Cristiano's waist and his palms tightly clasped the full and warm muscles.
Cristiano's breath sprayed on his neck, and Kaka unconsciously tightened his arms, one after another, delicate kisses without any lust, only full of joy fell into his lover's ears.
"That's great, Cris, that's great, you're the best."
God knows how long he had been imagining this moment and waiting. Kaka closed his eyes and felt the scorching heat circling in his eyes, but he did not let the tears flow.
He felt very realistically that they had won, they had won a Champions League together for Real Madrid, this was a scene he had imagined countless times in his dreams, and today, they really did it.
Kaka whispered Cristiano's name in his ear, his voice was hoarse and a little choked, while Cristiano's voice was clearer and more pure with joy, responding to his lover: "We won! We are the champions! Kaka!"
Cristiano hugged Kaka's back tightly, with most of his face buried in Kaka's strong chest. The two hugged each other tightly. This was the Big Ear Cup that they had waited for for too long.
The award ceremony was taking place right at the scene. The entire stadium suddenly went dark, and then the lights suddenly flashed, and brilliant fireworks shot up into the sky.
Raul and Casillas dragged Cristiano and the others to the center of the camera: "What are you two doing? Go!"
"Let's go, Chris! Go get your award!" Casillas smiled and called Cristiano to go on stage with him.
Casillas won the Champions League Golden Glove, but the Golden Boot undoubtedly belonged to Cristiano.
During the Champions League group stage, facing club opponents that were not very strong in the group stage, Cristiano only scored a few goals in the tournament. Compared with Barcelona's Messi, he was like a power outage and was ridiculed by countless fans.
However, when Real Madrid entered the knockout stage, when their opponents became the top teams in various leagues after passing many levels, Cristiano and Leo Messi's goal shooting situation seemed to have turned 180 degrees.
Cristiano scored beautiful goals in every crucial knockout match, contributing his wonderful and efficient attendance to the club's step-by-step journey to the championship.
His goal tally quickly matched that of Messi in the group stage, while Messi fell into a goal drought in the face of Barcelona's urgent need, contributing only one penalty goal in the next few knockout games.
When Barcelona was eliminated, Cristiano once again surpassed the opponent and retained the title of top scorer in the Champions League.
Cristiano returned to the field with the beautiful golden boots. He smiled and raised the golden boots high towards the cameras in all directions. Even his raised slender eyebrows were filled with a sly smile, and his pride was obvious.
Rooney saw the Portuguese's beautiful and sparkling face on the big screen in the stands. He laughed and said, "This guy really doesn't know how to be low-key! Someone will definitely compare him to Messi again, saying that he is too proud and likes to show off."
"Those who say that may never win the Golden Boot in their lifetime. Guess why they say that?" Ferdinand sneered when he heard that.
Rooney choked, thought about it, and nodded in agreement.
Alan said: "If I have made unparalleled efforts for this and I win the honor I deserve, I will be happy and willing to let the whole world take a good look at this scene."
Keane looked at Alan with rare approval and nodded slightly.
Ferguson thought to himself that his little Portuguese could do whatever he wanted, but those tasteless media should be banned.
After the award ceremony, Cristiano happily found Ferguson and Ferdinand who had not left yet in the backstage. He trotted over and pressed directly on Ferdinand's back: "Leo! Boss! Roy!!"
He called out names one by one like he was making a broadcast, causing Van der Sar and Giggs to pinch Cristiano's lips as he kept talking: "Okay, this isn't a team training report, do I need you to call out names one by one?"
Cristiano grimaced.
Van der Sar bent down and hugged the boy in front of him. He smiled warmly and said, "Congratulations, Ronnie!"
Cristiano curled his eyes, while Ferdinand steadily held up the Portuguese as he rushed up the tree.
- Although he had a moment of trance, as if they had never even been apart, Cristiano was still in Manchester.
But soon, he came back to his senses, because he heard Cristiano laughing as loudly as a duck, which made him pinch his brows and not know whether to laugh or cry - "Thank you! Kaka! Come here! I'm here!"
Well, that Brazilian, who was like Ronnie's conjoined twin, would only appear at Real Madrid.
Their little Ronnie was kidnapped to Real Madrid!
Ferdinand rolled his eyes to the sky without letting Cristiano see.
Keane glanced unobtrusively and saw Kaka walking towards him with a perfect smile showing eight big white teeth.
He paused. To be honest, he always felt that Kaka's politeness to others made him seem unreal, even in private meetings.
——He doesn't like Kaka, but Ronnie does, so that's enough.
When he saw Kaka coming towards them, he waved and called to Fanny on the other side: "Luther! Come here!"
Fanny was refilling water at the other end. Hearing this, he came over with two towels and raised his eyebrows: "Roy, Leo... Oh Boss."
He paused for two seconds and continued shouting to Ferguson.
He and Ferguson did not have any irreconcilable conflicts, and at least in his impression, their parting of ways was decent.
Van Nistelrooy put a towel around his neck and threw the other towel on Cristiano's head. He covered it with his palm and rubbed it twice. He ignored Cristiano's insignificant protest and turned to look at Keane and the others: "Are you going to stay here for one night before leaving?"
"Stay one night," Keane said.
"Which hotel are you staying in? We can go together tonight!" Cristiano quickly pulled off the towel. His hair was already a mess, but his eyes were so bright that people couldn't look away. He looked at Keane and Ferdinand enthusiastically, "We haven't seen each other for a long time!"
"Okay," Ferguson said. He noticed that his players were all focusing their eyes on him, as if he had the power of life and death over them - which was true - he cleared his throat and replied.
Then Ferguson saw that his little Portuguese was obviously much happier than before.
Cristiano put one arm around Kaka and the other around Van Nistelrooy and cheered.
Van Nistelrooy raised his eyebrows. He felt the look Kaka gave him from time to time, as if he was the superfluous one.
Van Nistelrooy looked back and grinned at Kaka - how about it? Sir Alex Ferguson is here, and with him here, the two conjoined twins don't seem so out of place.
After Cristiano and Ferguson chatted affectionately for a while, they took Kaka to take a shower and change clothes. Ferguson squinted at the backs of the two men as they walked away, and suddenly asked Van Nistelrooy:
"At Real Madrid, Kaka also quietly waited for Ronnie to do whatever he wanted to do?"
Fanny choked, the old man's focus was somewhat tricky but also somewhat reasonable.
He faced the gazes of Keane and the others and replied calmly, "What else does Ronnie do besides training? Kaka has to train too, that's about it."
Ferguson glanced at him, and after two seconds he nodded slightly: "That's it."
Fanny said he was going to change his clothes as well and soon strode away.
He quickly found Cristiano, who was humming a song in a very good mood in the bathroom. He even paid special attention to whether there was another person around - specifically Kaka - seeing that there was no one, he took a deep breath, but the idea of taking Cristiano out suddenly disappeared.
He originally wanted to warn the boy into Cristiano's ear that he didn't want to get involved in their love affair, but he could imagine Cristiano staring at him with eyes wide open and pretending to be calm, like a sika deer, innocent and alert. He guessed that Cristiano trusted him so much.
So Vanni stopped again and stood in front of Cristiano's bathroom partition, hesitating.
Then the next second, Cristiano pushed open the door panel and walked out, and unexpectedly threw the door panel directly onto Van Nistelrooy.
Fanny: “…”
He has a straight nose and a handsome face.
Cristiano took a deep breath and apologized quickly, then paused, raised his face in confusion, and looked at Fanny with his chin up, "But Luther, what are you doing standing in front of my shower door without saying a word?"
Fanny: “…”
The Portuguese man's face was full of moisture, and his round brown eyes shone faintly like green glass under the refraction of the overhead bath light. Now, these beautiful eyes were filled with a hint of suspicion and, more obviously, a bad, teasing sarcasm.
"You're not here to peek at my muscles, are you? Oh, I know how beautiful my body is. I've put a lot of effort into maintaining it. Everyone loves my body... Hmm."
Van Nistelrooy pinched Cristiano's lips expressionlessly.
Annoying curly-haired puppy.
He should have warned this guy just now that he shouldn't be soft-hearted.
Damn Kaka, damn Ronnie, fuck that little couple.
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