Chapter 234
Real Madrid's championship celebration will be held next weekend, and the whole of Madrid will be bustling with excitement for several days.
The celebration began with a parade of floats. The open-top floats slowly drove into the Plaza de España. Cristiano and his companions stood on the convertible roof and watched the fans below screaming for them.
Ramos was yelling for the trophy. Cristiano raised his head and looked back at Ramos, raised his mouth mischievously and said loudly: "Don't drop the trophy again!"
Ramos' hands shook and he almost lost his grip.
"Cristiano!!" Ramos yelled, pretending to come over to fight.
Cristiano smiled and hid behind Kaka. Ramos laughed angrily. He was blocked by Kaka so tightly that he couldn't hit the Portuguese at all.
The bus drove into the parking lot at the celebration site and a group of people got off the bus.
They began to change their clothes busily backstage, and had their makeup artists do some simple touch-ups. Then they waited for the staff to notify them to go on stage one by one in turn.
Raul was the first to step onto the stage as captain, followed by Guti, Casillas...
Cristiano stood relaxed backstage, adjusting his cufflinks and Kaka's. Then, seeing Benzema awkwardly turning up his collar and tie, he enthusiastically went over to help.
Fanny couldn't help but roll his eyes when he saw this: "You're as busy as a bee, calm down, Ronnie."
"But he needs me," Cristiano retorted, then looked towards Benzema.
Benzema nodded to Cristiano in gratitude.
Van Nistelrooy glanced at Benzema suspiciously when he heard this. A Frenchman couldn't even fix his suit and tie? Seriously?
Benzema did not look at Van Nistelrooy. He stood quietly in the corner with a smile on his face, looking harmless and innocent.
Cristiano's attention was soon drawn to Ramos behind him.
Ramos was standing behind him, shaking his feet nervously and mumbling something, but it was so vague that no one could hear it clearly.
Ramos felt like his heart was about to jump out. He had never been so nervous and excited before. Even when he stood at the Allianz Arena before the Champions League final, he was not so nervous.
This is so different, this is the Champions League, this is the Champions League, Real Madrid has waited too long and endured too long for this trophy.
And now, this beautiful girl has finally fallen in love with Real Madrid.
Ramos was almost crying. He thought to himself that only Raul and the others could understand his feelings at the moment because they had gone through such a difficult and low period together.
His nervousness and excitement were palpable and understandable.
Then, Ramos was held down on the shoulder by Cristiano.
"Look at you." Cristiano patted Ramos' face in amusement. He looked into Ramos' eyes and then paused for a short second.
He had seen Ramos like this and was impressed, but it should have been a few years later, in the year when they originally won the championship for Real Madrid for the first time.
They'd been through so many lows together for so long, and then one day, all their silence burst out, they won the game, and for the first time ever, they splashed champagne all over themselves, like two overly excited teenagers at the freshman dance.
He could even now seem to smell the alcohol in the air that day, mixed with their perfume, Ramos shouting "Cristiano" and "Viva Madrid" in his ear, all of them huddled together, so crazy that they almost threw their clothes into the sky.
The current Ramos is the same as the Ramos he remembered before.
After Cristiano paused for a moment, he held Ramos' head, lowered his head slightly, and pressed his forehead against his. He put away the teasing on his face, but still curved his mouth with a hint of smile, and said softly: "Take a deep breath, take a deep breath, sese."
"I'm too nervous." Ramos adjusted his breathing and whispered to Cristiano. He lowered his eyes and said, "You don't understand Chris..."
As he spoke, he raised his eyes to look at their top player, the one who brought glory to the club as soon as he arrived, their superstar, their top scorer, their savior.
He thought to himself, Chris wouldn't understand. This boy seemed to be born to be pursued by trophies and championships. How could Chris understand him?
But Ramos subconsciously looked at Cristiano. He was caught off guard and bumped into the other's brown-green eyes. In that instant, he suddenly stopped talking.
Ramos even felt that he had an extremely absurd idea, as if Cristiano was the teammate who had fought side by side with him for several years, as if he had experienced countless times of failure and regret of missing the championship with him, and as if the two of them had been together for a long time.
He couldn't tell, but he just couldn't argue with Cristiano like that anymore.
He nodded, listening to Cristiano whispering his name in his ear, and he even felt as if in these few short seconds they were closer than at any previous moment.
Ramos took a deep breath. He felt that this was how they should be.
"Okay, sese, get ready, it will be your turn soon." Cristiano pulled Ramos' collar, then flattened it out and tidied it up.
Ramos still couldn't speak. He took a deep breath and suddenly felt a little sad.
It was as if he was sad that they weren't really as close as he thought they were now.
This is not right, at least at this moment, he should be happy about the celebration.
Ramos was lost in thought and did not answer Cristiano.
Cristiano blinked and looked at the young Ramos in front of him with amusement. In his impression, the Ramos a few years later was also overly nervous and excited, but he was much more mature and flexible than the one in front of him. He was a guy who could control the game.
He shook his head and muttered with a smile: "When you become the captain and hold the trophy in the future, I'm afraid you won't be as nervous as you are now."
"Be captain? Me?" Ramos suddenly heard it and looked at Cristiano.
Cristiano raised his eyebrows and said nothing.
Ramos immediately added: "Oh of course, I will definitely lead Real Madrid, I am the perfect fit!"
He is still young, and the mission of Real Madrid captain will fall into his hands sooner or later. He has been fighting for this day.
Ramos exhaled, and then he heard the front desk calling his name. He subconsciously looked at Cristiano and saw the Portuguese pushing him, motioning him to go on stage quickly.
"We will win the championship together then, right?" he asked suddenly.
"Nonsense." Cristiano raised his eyebrows, "Anyway, I must win the championship."
Ramos laughed and ran quickly onto the stage.
Cristiano heard Ramos shouting "HALA MADRID" on the stage, without changing at all. He raised the corners of his mouth.
Then there are Alonso, Di Maria, Modric...
Cristiano, Marcelo, Benzema and Kaka were the last few to play.
They walked one by one along the Avenue of Champions, which was made up of more than thirty champion models, and stepped onto the podium in the center. Countless fireworks flew towards them.
Cristiano first stood next to Ramos, on the far left side of the stage. There were tens of thousands of fans in the audience. The stage was flashing blue and white lights, so bright that even the faint sound made his heart beat faster.
He looked around and noticed the position where Kaka would go on stage later. He knew Kaka and knew that Kaka would definitely stay on the side closest to the stage and would not cross the entire stage to find a position with better light source.
Cristiano thought to himself that he didn't want to stand on such a grand stage with his lover, one standing on the left and the other standing on the right, like the two ends of a bridge.
So when Benzema came on stage - Kaka was behind Benzema - he trotted from the far left side of the stage to the far right side, happily hugged Benzema, patted his shoulder, as if he was there to greet him, and then stood beside Benzema as a matter of course.
Benzema turned his head with surprise and some happiness and looked at Cristiano who was standing beside him.
Oh, Cristiano, careful Cristiano, he must have thought I would be nervous, although I just didn't know what expression to put on, and smiling too happily would look too stupid.
Van Nistelrooy narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at Cristiano, running from the far left to the far right, running around on such a big award stage. Only the free-spirited Portuguese could do that.
As he was thinking this, he heard the host on the stage loudly calling out Kaka's name - "Next, please welcome! Kaka!"
Van Nistelrooy watched Kaka trot onto the stage, smiling with eight teeth showing, and just happened to stand next to Cristiano on the side of the stage.
The Dutchman cursed in his heart with a blank expression. He should have expected the Portuguese's motives.
"Finally, let's welcome the head coach! Jose Mourinho!"
Mourinho walked up to the podium and looked at the players on the stage. This championship, this season, 100% Real Madrid, they gave the best answer in the whole of Europe, they are the strongest in Europe!
Contrary to his usual behavior, he trotted forward with great excitement, knelt on both knees towards the players, and raised his hands high as if in worship.
Mourinho's action shocked everyone. The whole stadium was boiling. All the cameras were circling around them crazily. The players and fans in the stadium responded with crazy cheers and screams.
Mourinho had no idea that he had done anything earth-shattering. He didn't even think that kneeling down on both knees was shocking. He just felt that his players deserved his gratitude and dedication, and they were the best!
Cristiano knew that Mourinho was such a straightforward person who expressed his emotions in the most direct way, regardless of other people's eyes. In this respect, they were somewhat similar.
He quickly stepped forward and grabbed Mourinho, and everyone else also reacted. No one dared to ask their head coach to actually kneel down in front of them. Even a second longer would be too much for them.
Mourinho grabbed the microphone with a big laugh. He looked at Cristiano, Raul, Casillas...
He said loudly and forcefully: "I want to say a few words on this magical night that the club has given us -"
The electric sound of the microphone flowed through, and Mourinho paused for a moment, waiting for everyone at the scene to quiet down.
Then he said: "Real Madrid, as the best club in football history, has countless championships, but this team will go down in history as the first team to get 100 points. These players will always be 100-point players!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere on the scene reached its climax, and the entire celebration was overturned by screams.
"We are the best!" everyone shouted, and the fans below screamed and sang Real Madrid together.
Mourinho was thrown high into the air by everyone——
“We are the champions!”
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