Chapter 238
Portugal was eliminated, and the microphones of journalists and media were like a hail of bullets.
"Ronaldo, this is your second World Cup and your first as captain of Portugal. Compared with the last World Cup, Portugal was defeated in the quarter-finals this time. What do you want to say?"
"Ronaldo, compared to the last Portugal team that won the championship, what do you think this Portugal team lacks? Or, what do you think is the reason for the failure?"
"Ronaldo..."
Countless spotlights and microphones rushed over. Pepe, Quaresma and others were also sitting in this row of interview seats, as well as Carvalho. However, few reporters would throw these questions to them, even though Carvalho was also a main player for Portugal in the last session.
Queiroz frowned and was about to take the microphone to speak, but was stopped by Cristiano.
He was not unfamiliar with the scenes before him. In his past playing career, there were countless moments when he faced reporters like this.
"What I want to say is, as a friend who is both a teacher and a friend said, the Portugal team I saw was extremely brave. We faced a very strong opponent, Spain, but we still played a back-and-forth game. My teammates fought until the last second of the game. I love my teammates, they deserve all the respect and applause."
"I'm sorry that we have to leave the World Cup so early, but please give us more confidence and patience. We still have a lot of room to grow. I promise you that you will see our progress and changes."
Cristiano spoke not slowly, but clearly enough for the reporters below to hear every word he said. He looked at the media below the stage with his eyes focused and serious, as if questioning him and not trusting him was a terrible thing.
Queiroz looked at the reporters in the audience and saw that their sharpness seemed to be gradually decreasing. He breathed a sigh of relief and took the microphone.
…
Although Portugal left the World Cup stage early, Cristiano did not follow the main group to withdraw from the South Africa trip. He stayed alone in the hotel.
"Hey Kaka, maybe your hotel room can accommodate another Portuguese who has nowhere to go temporarily?" Cristiano came to the door of Kaka's hotel room carrying his suitcase. When Kaka opened the door, he showed his lover a soft and harmless smile, and raised his eyes that were round and slightly downcast like a puppy.
Kaka never expected Cristiano to come here suddenly.
When they talked on the phone, his lover didn't mention this at all. They talked about the weather and food here, the teams they favored, and only talked a little about the game and the loss.
Kaka did not ask Cristiano about the next arrangement, because Brazil still had the next game to play. Even though he might not be able to play yet, he would stay here. He couldn't let Cristiano stay here for him.
"Oh my God..." Kaka gasped, then quickly pulled Cristiano into the room.
He couldn't help but hold Cristiano's face with both hands and look at his lover carefully. Even though they were both in the World Cup in South Africa, the number of times they could meet was very few. Apart from the confrontation in the group stage, they only had time to get together for a short while after the game.
He stroked Cristiano's curly hair, letting the soft curls flow through his fingers, then he used a slight force to pull Cristiano into his arms, he kissed the center of Cristiano's hair and whispered softly, "God, let me take a good look at you, Cris."
He knows how difficult this World Cup has been for Cristiano. In three consecutive group matches, Cristiano was the team's best player and led Portugal to qualify. Portugal is in the pain period of transition from old to new. It is not easy to advance to the World Cup, but the media will not see these objective factors. They only see Cristiano Ronaldo.
When a team has Cristiano Ronaldo, then this team has the temperament to win the championship, which is tacitly acknowledged by everyone, regardless of the team's configuration.
Cristiano pulled away a little, leaned down slightly, and touched Kaka's leg, which was still wrapped in a therapeutic tightening band. He said softly: "I'm the one who wants to take a good look at you. Sit down, Kaka, how do you feel now?"
"Honestly? I still feel a little pain occasionally, but it's nothing to mention." Kaka said. He looked at the TV, which was showing highlights of recent games. It was currently showing the match between Portugal and Spain, and he found the remote control to change it.
Cristiano stopped him and shrugged. "Just leave it there as background music. Tell me more about the doctor's visit today."
Kaka had no choice but to nod, even though he had already explained everything to his lover on the phone, he couldn't refuse or hide anything when facing Cristiano's eyes. Cristiano dug out more details, and although it didn't have much of an impact, Cristiano had already written down all the detailed medical instructions.
"Okay Cris, stop talking about me. Look at you. I think you're almost exhausted." Kaka said. He rested his hand on Cristiano's forehead, gently stroking and massaging the back of Cristiano's head with his fingers, and pulled his lover onto the soft bed. "You should have a good rest. Oh my God, I still can't believe you're here."
"You thought I went back?" Cristiano blinked, he smiled and held Kaka's face, "But you are still here, how could I leave first?"
As he spoke, he patted the bed beside him, and Kaka quickly got into bed. The two of them leaned their legs against each other, and the Spain-Portugal match was still playing on TV.
The commentator on the TV shouted - "Spanish defender Ramos rushed forward to try to block Cristiano Ronaldo's attack! This Spanish defender has always been known for his ruthless and decisive style. He is an expert in getting cards!"
"Ramos didn't stop Ronaldo! But he turned around decisively and caught up with him and made a flying tackle! It was too dangerous! But Ramos retracted his foot in time! This was much gentler and more restrained than in the last game against Switzerland!"
"Facing his former teammate from the club, the Spanish defender obviously retracted his foot and tackled the opponent cleanly without causing Ronaldo any pain!"
Kaka looked at the TV and saw Ramos reaching out and pulling Cristiano up. The game was already coming to the end, Portugal was still lagging behind, and the referee even gave a red card and sent one player off.
The skin under Cristiano's eyes was red and sweaty due to overheating and exercise. The expression on his face showed backwardness and forbearance. He pursed his lips tightly and bit his cheeks, looking so aggrieved that it made people feel soft-hearted.
Kaka saw Ramos grab Cristiano's hands, pull Cristiano up with force, and give him a quick hug and pat on the back - he could swear he also saw Ramos pat Cristiano's lower back, close to his butt, although this shot flashed by.
Spanish without borders. He thought to himself that although such scenes appeared in almost every game in Spain, there would always be countless hands on Cristiano, whether it was his own players, the opposing players, or the fans.
These people like to touch Cristiano, as if he has some magic power and that by touching him they can gain the same power as Cristiano.
Kaka is cautious about this.
He would neither deny nor admit it.
The highlights of the TV program even included the final jersey exchange. Perhaps it was because the Spain-Portugal quarter-final match was the last scene included in the highlights program, so the content provided was much more detailed.
"Is this Pique?" Kaka asked.
On the screen, the man who looked at least 1.9 meters tall and like a golden bear trotted over, held Cristiano's face in his hands familiarly, and spoke something quickly, as intimately as if they were part of the same team.
Cristiano had forgotten that Pique was standing so close to him when he came to him. He nodded and said softly, "Isn't he afraid of being benched by Barcelona this time? This guy really has no memory."
Kaka laughed when he heard this. Is this what Cristiano was concerned about? He shook his head.
Then he saw Ramos and Pique both took off their jerseys and wanted to exchange with Cristiano. The two looked at each other and seemed to have a little argument, but obviously his lover didn't notice the little episode here at all. He just kept walking forward, crossed his hands and quickly took off his short-sleeved jersey and stuffed it directly to Casillas beside him.
Kaka almost laughed out loud when he saw the two Spanish defenders had almost identical expressions.
Cristiano scratched his cheek awkwardly: "Oh... I didn't notice... Really, I just didn't have the heart to listen to what they were saying at that time, I just wanted to be alone for a while. Okay, I'll call them later."
He muttered, stretched out his arm to take the phone from the bedside table. He had to send a message to Ramos and Pique. He didn't ignore the two defenders on purpose. It just looked like he was taking his anger out on the two defenders who were defending him because of a game.
Kaka heard Cristiano's unconscious mutterings, and the smile on his face faded slightly. He pulled the corner of his mouth, held Cristiano's phone and said, "Dear, I don't think any of them would think so."
But if Cristiano sent a message to those two people, he dared to say that Ramos and Pique would proudly post the jersey that Cristiano gave away on social platforms to show off.
Cristiano looked at Kaka, thought for a moment and nodded: "Really? Then I'd better tell them too, I'll give them jerseys."
Kaka had no choice but to nod in response.
Cristiano packed the jerseys and mailed them out the next day. The two Spaniards received them a few days later. Just as Kaka expected, the two of them showed off their jerseys one after the other.
[@3gerardpique: The jersey of the opponent's best player [thumbs up][share picture]]
[@sergioramos: "To my dear friend, I give you all my blessings and friendship" @cristiano [shared picture]]
"You know I have this sentence on my jersey, right?" Pique said to Ramos, who was changing into a training jersey in the locker room next to him, without even looking up. "What a show-off."
"Oh, then you can change your content. I don't mind you learning from me. Maybe you dare to circle Chris? Will the management of Barcelona be happy?" Ramos blinked, "I don't have to worry. After all, the good relationship between Chris and I is known to the whole Real Madrid, and Florentino will be happy to see it."
Pique rolled his eyes and said, "Why didn't I see how close you two were? Did Ronnie follow you on social media? Would he respond if you called him?"
He even wanted to say that Ronnie's words sounded like he was trying to distance himself from the matter, but since it was also on his jersey, he let it go.
Ramos: “…”
Cristiano really didn't pay attention to sese.
Sese went back and found Cristiano to give him a subtle reminder! !
Casillas looked at the two childish defenders and curled his lips.
He took out the phone from the closet and moved his fingers——
@IkerCasillas: You are always the best. I am glad to have such a game. Keep it up my
ps, Chris's jersey is indeed the same as rumored [share picture]]
Come on, who doesn't have a Chris jersey? He still has the jersey! Just as the fans said, it still smells good. God knows how much attention their top boy pays to self-management in this regard.
Pique and Ramos both gave Casillas a reluctant thumbs up, and then looked at each other - it was all the fault of the guy on the opposite side, if Cristiano hadn't been annoyed by the noise and slipped away, the jerseys he played on the field would definitely have been theirs.
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