Chapter 241
Not long after James joined Real Madrid, the club reached a new deal, which was also the last deal of this summer window.
Real Madrid have signed young defender Raphael Varane from France, who is only eighteen years old.
"So young." Cristiano narrowed his eyes. Varane, at the age of 18, was already tall enough, with a slender body but not thin as a bamboo pole. Instead, he had a strong feeling.
Every inch of its texture reveals the vigor unique to young people.
Ramos turned his head to look at Cristiano when he heard that. To be honest, Cristiano's slightly chubby face, with squinting eyes when he smiled, made him look a few years younger than him. It made him feel uncomfortable to see him expressing his youth here.
He shook his shoulders and said half-jokingly, "How old are you?"
"It's hard to say, but we can still win several Champions League titles." Cristiano grinned.
Ramos laughed. He liked Cristiano's energy, as if they could do anything and were full of infinite power.
"How many Champions Leagues do you want?" Ramos bumped Cristiano's shoulder and asked jokingly in a low voice.
"The more the better," Cristiano said without hesitation. "Who would complain about having too many championships?"
Ramos choked. That’s true.
But many people may not win a Champions League trophy in their entire sports career.
He looked at Cristiano and couldn't help thinking in his heart, Cristiano is so good, he is so young, but he has already won several Champions League trophies, and even won the trophy as the top scorer, together with the Golden Boot Award, this is really enviable.
——He even has a Golden Ball already.
Ramos looked at Cristiano with envy, but he quickly thought, how great it is that Cristiano is in Real Madrid, they have this Portuguese, which means they will also lift many Champions League trophies together.
The welcome ceremony for Varane was no different from any other. It was simply a little noise to warm up the atmosphere, and then the group of people dispersed and returned to training.
Varane naturally got together with Benzema. The two Frenchmen had a natural language advantage, but obviously neither of them was the talkative one. Even when they were practicing together, they were unusually quiet.
Casillas had originally hoped that Benzema could help the new players quickly integrate into the team, but looking at the current scene, the two are indeed very efficient and serious, but they are obviously out of touch with the team.
He couldn't help but roll his eyes.
As the new captain of the Galacticos after Raul left, Casillas feels a great sense of responsibility.
He turned his gaze to the other people. James and Pepe were practicing against each other. The honest defender was responsible for leading the newcomer. The two chatted from time to time, as if they had endless little things to say. Occasionally, Cristiano would join in. Generally speaking, the atmosphere on James' side was harmonious.
- Although Casillas suspected that James might be asking Pepe about all the gossip about Cristiano, all kinds of it.
He has made peace with the fact that they have more than one Cristiano fan in their ranks - the other being Bale.
Bale is now teamed up with Van Nistelrooy, Marcelo and Alonso. The Welshman, who is not fluent in Spanish, has Van Nistelrooy as his translator, which means he has found a good position for himself.
As for Cristiano, Casillas turned around and suddenly focused his attention on Cristiano, and saw that Cristiano was stretching side by side with Kaka.
The two of them were like unstable tumblers, with their shoulders against each other, swaying slightly left and right. Modric was standing in front of the two of them, also pressing his legs. Ramos came over with the ball, raised his eyebrows at Casillas with high spirits: "Empty? Then let Sese practice shooting!"
"Get out of here." Casillas squeezed out the syllables with a forced smile.
Everyone is very busy.
He thought so.
Pooh.
What are those two guys over there who look like conjoined twins trying to take advantage of the situation?
"Cristiano, go to Varane, we'll start a three-person training group." Casillas arranged. The French group needed a translator. Cristiano could speak a few words of everything and was a language genius. He was perfect for the job.
Kaka is very suitable here. He is also an offensive midfielder. He can organize the attack and share the pressure of shooting. A three-man team is formed here.
Casillas was extremely satisfied with his group.
Cristiano pouted at Kaka and put his hands to the corners of his eyes and twisted them into fists, as if imitating a crying child. Modric couldn't stand it and kicked him lightly: "What kind of kindergarten kids are you? Come over here Cristiano, Varane and Karim are waiting for you."
"Luca, you've changed. You weren't so rude to me before." Cristiano muttered softly with a pout.
"Maybe it's because I didn't realize how annoying you two were in my presence before," the Croatian said with a smile, "and now I see too much."
Kaka coughed lightly. He always felt that the intelligent Croatians were very sensitive.
Modric looked over and met the Brazilian's gentle and distant smile, and he also responded with a fake smile.
Really, not in front of me, where's Marcelo? Modric thought to himself that he was really afraid that he had guessed something correctly, and then the Portuguese would stare at him and ask him to keep it a secret, and he would definitely not be able to refuse.
But he hated being a keeper of secrets. The feeling of being the only one who knew about it while the whole world was hiding it was not necessarily something that people liked.
Modric thought unconsciously, he felt a little puzzled, as if he had really kept a big secret.
In a trance, he seemed to hear some chaotic sounds in his ears, as if they were in a noisy locker room, or as if they were at a corner, with other noises around them, but there was a sound that was hazy and distant, but extremely clear -
"Luca, I'm sorry you heard it."
"Yes, I have to go. After this game..."
"You and Marcelo will be the first to know, but don't tell anyone else, especially Sergio, who has to concentrate on playing in the final."
"Okay? Keep this secret for me?"
Modric suddenly shuddered, Cristiano chuckled, he leaned over and hugged Modric, snorted, and said: "This is not your true words, Luca, there must be a more annoying guy in front of you, and I am being taken out on him."
Modric came back to his senses and thought that the voice he heard just now was Cristiano's, but it seemed to be deeper, more steady and serious, like a completely different person from the one in front of him.
He nodded subconsciously, and saw Cristiano let him go with a smile, then ran to Kaka and said something to him, and finally trotted towards Benzema like a happy and nimble deer.
Ramos' ears moved, "A more annoying guy"? Cristiano can't say Kaka's, so he's the only one left.
Ramos laughed angrily: "Cristiano!"
"What are you arguing about?" Modric frowned, took a look, then waved at Kaka, indicating that it was time for training.
He pursed his lips, trying to suppress the inexplicable strong loneliness that welled up in his heart, as if he had messed up a very important farewell.
Kaka noticed that Modric was suddenly in a different state. He looked at him strangely, observing him inconspicuously, and then he saw that the other party's eyes were always looking towards Cristiano frequently.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
Modric glanced at Kaka. The Brazilian never took the initiative to talk to him. Of course, this did not mean that their relationship was not harmonious. They did compete with each other, but they did win the championship together for the club. They would hug each other when celebrating. This is the relationship between colleagues.
Colleague relationship.
Therefore, he didn't intend to say anything. Besides, he could see that Kaka was not as gentle to everyone as he appeared to be. His aloofness was hidden under his handsome appearance.
Polite, but distant.
It seemed that Real Madrid was just a place of work, a temporary stopover, rather than a... Modric didn't know how to describe it, but at least in his eyes, he had developed feelings for the team and club with which they had won the crown of honor together, but he felt that Kaka didn't.
So he just nodded perfunctorily to Kaka's question: "I just see that Cristiano seems to be able to get along with everyone quickly."
Kaka had a feeling that the Croatian was not telling the truth, but he was not the kind of person who would pursue things relentlessly. Besides, it was just a slight weirdness that he could not explain. Perhaps he was just too sensitive.
He followed Modric's gaze and saw that Cristiano had naturally mixed into the French circle, and he and Benzema were dancing and talking about something.
Kaka raised his eyebrows. Cristiano's body language is always rich, including his facial expressions, so it is always very contagious.
He had to say that Casillas did form a good group, at least the French side looked much more lively.
After an off-season, Benzema even grew a light, furry beard, which looked a bit inconsistent with his obviously handsome face, but didn't seem particularly out of place.
Varane stood aside, looking like a pillar from a distance, but with an obvious smile on his face. At least they looked a little more active, not like two sparring poles like before.
As soon as Cristiano ran over, he called out to Varane: "Here I come, Varane, Karim, add me!"
Benzema saw Cristiano running over, he raised his hands happily and touched Cristiano: "Welcome, cric...Chris!"
Cristiano seemed to hear Benzema clearing his phlegm. He looked over and said, "You have a cold, Karim?"
"No!" Benzema quickly explained.
Varane twitched the corner of his mouth, looking a little amused.
"Okay Varane, let me see what you have." Cristiano saw this and turned to the newcomer.
Although he and the young defender in front of him were already very familiar with each other, he still considered that the boy in front of him was only an eighteen-year-old boy, and the other party always gave him a very comfortable sense of propriety and restraint, as if it came from his bones.
Cristiano always felt that if Rafael didn't play football, he would be the kind of person wearing a V-neck sweater, a pair of black-framed glasses, and holding a brick book, and he would fall asleep in front of the opponent.
——So Cristiano was very well-behaved and honest and didn't call the other person's name in a very familiar way.
Varane raised his eyebrows and looked at Cristiano. Of course he knew the Portuguese man in front of him. He was Real Madrid's top player. He even knew that many players came for Cristiano.
For example, the Colombian guy with big flowery arms who arrived a few days earlier than him.
He heard from Benzema that Cristiano was very good at closing distances quickly and was very outgoing. After just a few days, he called the Colombian "fofo", but neither of them understood what this meant. However, seeing Pepe and Marcelo smiling in tacit understanding, Benzema didn't want to ask, as he felt that asking would make it seem that he and Cristiano had nothing in common.
Varane planned to go back and look up the dictionary.
fofo? Easy to remember.
- To be honest, the two Frenchmen didn't talk much when they were grouped together, but his French teammates felt somewhat guilty and perhaps thought that he would be a little nervous as a newcomer, so they chatted with him about the Portuguese star who was the most helpful and warm-hearted in the team.
But now he feels that the other party is not quite like what Benzema said.
If it was as the other party said, shouldn't Cristiano call him "Rafael" right away?
Varane? Please, if you go to the Champs-Elysées and shout "Varane", ten people will turn around and smile and say "Bonjour" to you at the same time.
Raphael Varane smiled. He was training with Cristiano on the training ground with all his strength in his best condition. He wanted to make the Portuguese have a deep enough understanding and impression of his name.
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