Chapter 247
At the start of the second half, Mourinho did not make any personnel adjustments for the time being.
A huge flag was raised at the Bernabeu, and people cheered for their heroes.
The two teams changed sides.
It is not easy to get a goal back from Barcelona. At the beginning of the second half, the two teams were in a tough battle.
Alonso's interception and defense interrupted Barcelona's attack many times. He is a typical pragmatic midfielder. He doesn't have too many fancy moves, but every kick is just right and practical.
Mourinho watched carefully from the sidelines, folding his arms in slight relaxation, and Alonso had no doubt satisfied him.
The ball was passed by Modric to the midfield, and Bale was cruising on the wing, signaling to Modric for the ball.
Modric took a look at the situation on the field, and passed the ball horizontally, and Bale immediately dribbled forward.
However, Bale was tackled by Puyol before he could take a few steps with the ball.
"The referee gave a yellow card and a free kick in the front court!" The commentator said quickly as he looked at the situation on the field, "Although this position is a bit far, it should also be within Ronaldo's shooting range!"
Alonso and Cristiano were both standing near the penalty spot. Cristiano covered his mouth and whispered something to Alonso. Alonso nodded slightly and took two steps back while responding.
"It looks like Ronaldo will take the penalty!"
As soon as the commentator finished speaking, Cristiano and Alonso started running at the same time, but Cristiano quickly ran to the other side.
"Alonso takes the penalty! A tactical free kick! Alonso directly lifts the ball to the left! Ronaldo gets the ball! Benzema, Bale and James are all in the penalty area!"
Cristiano quickly took a look at the goal, then kicked the ball in an arc, and the ball drew a beautiful C shape in the air!
"Ronaldo assisted with a high ball! Benzema scored in front of the goal! With a header! Overtook Barcelona!!"
After Benzema landed, he took a look at the ball that rolled into the net and was still spinning in the net.
The goal is valid!
Benzema listened to the sudden cheers around the field. He didn't even celebrate. Instead, he quickly turned around and ran towards Cristiano. He was so happy that he almost jumped directly onto Cristiano's waist and almost knocked Cristiano backwards.
Desire
Fortunately, the Portuguese core was incredibly strong and they held on after taking two steps back.
Cristiano laughed and held Benzema, and he quickly opened his arms to welcome Alonso and James who were also running towards them.
Benzema ignored his teammates who were running to celebrate behind him. He hung on Cristiano's waist and was so excited that he almost cried.
He didn't think he could score a goal in this game - of course he wanted to score, of course he wanted to immediately refute the fans who booed him with a goal, but this required not only ability but also luck.
And Cristiano is his good luck.
Benzema was so excited that he hugged Cristiano's neck tightly. The body spray used by the Portuguese was his last birthday gift. It was the scent of ocean and tropical fruits that he chose, and it penetrated into his nostrils domineeringly. He was very happy that Cristiano liked it.
Cristiano noticed Benzema's excitement, he smiled, happy for Benzema, he turned to the fans in the stands, letting those harsh fans see their hero who had overtaken the game.
Benzema fell off Cristiano's waist, hooked Cristiano's shoulders tightly, faced the fans, blew a kiss with both hands and grinned widely.
Cristiano whispered clearly in his ear: "Great job Karim! I knew you could do it!"
Benzema opened his arms and almost hugged Cristiano in his arms. He nodded heavily and thought to himself that he was able to do it because there were always people who believed in him unwaveringly, so he did not lose heart so early.
And now he has seen the answer, which will be reflected in countless future games he plays alone and throughout his career.
The coaches and substitutes also rushed over excitedly. Mourinho was so happy that he was about to take off by pressing on Cristiano's shoulders: "Great! Great!"
Benzema was soon grabbed by other teammates for a hug. Cristiano turned around and found Kaka who was squeezed to the periphery by others. He smiled, waved at Kaka, then pushed away the teammates who were blocking him, and tried to get closer to hug Kaka.
But before he could say anything, Mourinho asked them to keep going and continue the game.
Cristiano had to let go of his hand. He winked at Kaka and ran back to the court with a smile.
After Barcelona was overtaken by one goal, they attacked more aggressively. Ramos was soon given a yellow card, blocking Xavi's attack.
When Real Madrid stole the ball, Barcelona's defense became more fierce. Pique almost closely guarded Cristiano, leaving him no room to turn around.
Cristiano watched the ball being tackled away from under his feet. He puffed up his mouth and snorted in anger. Then he saw Pique winking at him with a slightly smug smile.
Pique was almost amused by Cristiano's little expression. He felt like he had seen Ronnie who was still in Manchester. The only difference was that this time he couldn't run over to comfort him like he did before.
Moreover, this time he was the one who intercepted and tackled the ball.
Thinking of this, Pique became even more proud, and he winked and made a face at Cristiano.
Cristiano laughed angrily. He took the opportunity when Pique walked past him to pat his face and whispered, "Don't be so proud, Geri. Smile when you defend me again."
Pick paused, his eyelids twitching slightly, vaguely feeling that what he had just done seemed to have brought out Ronnie's temper.
Well, that's not a good sign.
Pieck rubbed his twitching eyelids, but lowered his head and grinned.
"Ronaldo seemed to have some verbal conflict and provocation with Barcelona defender Pique. Ramos ran over as if to reconcile something, but the two seemed to be over it," said the commentator.
Ramos looked at Pique, then at Cristiano, and seeing that the two did not seem to be arguing, he clicked his tongue and ran away.
Cristiano got the ball again, this time he was faster. The sudden burst of speed and change of direction caught Pique off guard. He almost staggered and slipped on the grass.
Well, he shouldn't have pissed off Ronnie. Pique smiled bitterly in his heart, supported himself on the grass and quickly got up and chased back.
Alves quickly filled in Pique's gap and competed with Cristiano for the same ball.
Cristiano's sock-wrapped calves were slender and nimble, and he dribbled the ball flexibly left and right at the edge of the baseline, as if teasing and wearing out the patience of the opposing players.
Cristiano tried to find an opportunity to distract Alves, but it was obvious that the defender in front of him had run out of patience and temper after being overtaken, and Cristiano's footwork has always been able to easily provoke the anger of any defender.
"Alves knocked Ronaldo down from behind!" the commentator exclaimed, and then saw Cristiano suddenly being tackled and falling to the ground, falling together with Alves.
However, in the next second, when Alves stood up, he made a small movement of his feet and kicked Cristiano's waist and abdomen directly with his spikes!
The fans on this side of the stands saw it clearly, and suddenly there was a roar that almost overturned the stadium.
Cristiano fell back in pain, holding his waist. He rolled back and forth in pain, pressing his head hard against the grass, as if this could relieve the pain.
Everyone in the coaching and substitute seats stood up at once. Mourinho angrily shouted in protest at the referee. Kaka stared at Cristiano and clenched his fists. If it weren't for his strong rationality that prevented him from rushing onto the field, he would have taught that defender a lesson.
Cristiano was quickly surrounded by players on both sides. Benzema and James were the closest and ran over quickly. Pique did not expect the situation to turn out like this, but Cristiano was already surrounded by his Real Madrid teammates. He could only stand on the periphery and anxiously stretch his neck to look, completely unaware of what was going on.
Real Madrid's defenders also ran over. Alonso was putting pressure on the referee to demand a penalty, while the Barcelona players also surrounded the referee and shouted for explanations.
When Pique saw Ramos running over, he immediately followed him to the referee's side, leaned behind Ramos and asked quietly with his hands covering his mouth: "Hey, how is Ronnie?"
Ramos shook off Pique who was coming towards him, his face darkened, and he quickly glanced at Cristiano who was still curled up on the ground. The next second, the referee took out a yellow card and signaled Alves.
He immediately rushed forward two steps in anger: "This is a flagrant foul! There is not even any need for infringement! Where are your eyes?!"
Pepe's face sank and he said nothing. He knew that saying anything to the referee would not change the other party's mind.
Alonso stopped Ramos. He and Modric dragged him back and said in a low voice: "Okay Sergio, it's useless for you to say anything more. Let's just leave it at that."
Ramos took a few deep breaths, then turned his head to look at Cristiano, who was half sitting up with his arms propped up, baring his teeth and lifting up his jersey. There was an obvious large red mark on his side from the shovel of his spikes, and there was even blood on that mark.
Cristiano showed his injuries to the audience, looking aggrieved and angry like a child complaining to his parents. The fans in the stands were also angered by Cristiano's injuries and booed and cursed the referee who had already made the penalty.
The team doctor gave Cristiano temporary treatment. There were less than seven minutes left in the game. Cristiano was unwilling to leave the field like this. He gestured to Mourinho, indicating that he should continue.
The team doctor also gave a positive answer, and Mourinho did not hesitate too much and did not replace the Portuguese with a substitute.
Benzema pulled Cristiano up and whispered to him, "You don't have to hold on. There are only a few minutes left in the game. We can win this game."
"No, I'm fine. The medicine is working. It doesn't hurt anymore." Cristiano said softly. He bared his teeth, like a leopard with its tail stepped on, showing its fangs and claws, with a clear fighting spirit. "If they want me to leave the field, I will never let them have their way. I will stay on the field, I will run faster and make them more afraid."
As he spoke, he patted Benzema on the back and ran away with a slight stumble. He quickly adapted to the pain which had become much milder and there seemed to be nothing wrong with his running movements.
Kaka was standing on the bench and watching closely. He clenched his fists tightly and looked so ugly that people were afraid to approach him and talk to him for a while.
The game entered the final stage of injury time. Alves dribbled the ball to the bottom line, trying to find an angle to deliver a shot in front of Real Madrid's penalty area.
At this moment, Pepe rushed forward at an extremely fast speed, and without hesitation, he tackled Alves to the ground. Alves immediately fell to the ground in extreme pain and rolled wildly. The referee trotted over and showed Pepe a red card.
"Pepe is sent off!!!" the commentator exclaimed, "This flying tackle was indeed a foul! But the referee gave him a red card. According to the referee's previous lenient penalty for Alves stepping on Ronaldo with his spikes, this red card seems a bit too decisive?!"
"The Real Madrid players surrounded the referee and were denouncing something! The fans on the field were also extremely dissatisfied! The Barcelona players also rushed up, and the scene was very chaotic!"
"Alves stepped on Ronaldo and got a card for the foul, then he was tackled... It really seems like a coincidence, haha." The partner coughed lightly and spread his hands.
Pepe quickly walked off the field and Mourinho glanced at him but said nothing, just patted him on the shoulder.
Kaka quickly rushed forward and asked, "How is Cris?"
"You can tell by looking at his expression." Pepe walked towards the player tunnel, spitting, wiping his face, and said grimly, "As long as he is not disabled or dead, it won't affect his continued play. He is a crazy guy."
Kaka's face became even uglier.
Pepe paused after seeing this, and then added: "Alves's spikes were exposed, but it should be just a flesh wound. At most, he will suffer a little pain, no big problem."
He said a few words casually and strode straight into the passage.
Kaka didn't say anything after hearing this. He nodded and looked back at the field.
Cristiano was still moving quickly on the field. Even without the ball under his feet, he still knew where to go. This is the unparalleled football IQ and sense of smell of a top shooter.
Modric passed the ball flexibly in the midfield, and his eyes fell on Cristiano who kept looking back. This time he still firmly chose to pass the ball directly to Cristiano's feet -
"Ronaldo got the ball! He turned around and shot! Another long-range shot! Another world-class goal!!"
"Ronaldo showed his fans how strong he is with his goal! A blatant provocation to Barcelona! Their aggression is ineffective! He can still score goals and his shots are still unstoppable!"
The players sitting on the bench immediately jumped up from their chairs. Everyone was so excited and happy about this goal that they shook their arms and shouted excitedly: "Good job, Chris! Good job!"
Not long after, the referee blew the final whistle, and the Real Madrid derby ended with Real Madrid's 3-1 home victory.
When Cristiano was leaving the field, he was almost enveloped by the shouts and cheers from the sky. He smiled widely and even forgot the pain in his body. He raised his hands high to the audience and clapped lightly, then walked off the field after completing a full circle with the team.
Kaka strode forward and hugged his waist. Cristiano subconsciously shuddered and grinned in pain.
Kaka pursed his lips.
Pique was once again excluded by Real Madrid players and was unable to call out to Cristiano.
“Sergio!” Pique yelled through gritted teeth, “You bastard, I just want to care about his injury! Don’t be on guard like I’m going to kidnap your top player.”
"Would I be afraid that you would kidnap Chris? Look at what your jersey looks like first?" Ramos sneered and rolled his eyes. "Don't bother Chris. He was kicked by your people. You might as well ask Alves how hard he kicked and where he kicked."
Pique: “…”
Cristiano stayed in the bathroom for a long time. The post-match interviews were basically done by Mourinho, Benzema and Alonso. Cristiano did not show up.
He stood in the shower room, naked, with the water splashing on his body. The wound on his side was stretched by repeated friction due to running, and shallow streaks of blood flowed down along the water.
Just as Pepe said, Alves's tackle only caused some minor injuries, but it was enough to cause him to suffer a lot in the next few days.
Kaka came in and turned off the water right in front of Cristiano.
His eyes fell on his lover's well-defined waist, and he rubbed the surrounding skin without redness or swelling with the tip of his thumb. Finally, he took a clean cotton cloth and wiped away the water stains around.
The muscles in Cristiano's waist trembled slightly with his breathing. He looked down at Kaka and whispered, "The team doctor will take care of it later."
Kaka said: "I know."
But he did not stop his hands and changed the gauze and ointment for Cristiano.
Cristiano didn't say anything when he saw this. He just looked at Kaka quietly.
Kaka gently placed his hands on his wound through the gauze, gave it a devout kiss, and prayed softly to God.
Cristiano stared at the bathroom door nervously until Kaka wrapped him in a large dry towel and pulled him out of the bathroom. Only then did he notice that the bathroom door had been locked by Kaka a long time ago.
Cristiano looked at Kaka and raised his eyebrows, but Kaka said nothing, as if the person who did these was not him at all.
Well, he was so nervous just now that he didn't even dare to breathe deeply. He firmly believed that Kaka was looking at him like this on purpose.
Cristiano lightly poked the soft flesh on Kaka's waist and bit the tip of his tongue.
Mourinho was still giving post-match interviews. The Real Madrid-Savic derby has always been the Spanish media's favorite to watch, and today's game in particular is enough for them to write material for a week.
"Pepe got a direct red card, what do you think about this?"
Mourinho raised his eyebrows and replied: "I'm not going to judge the referee's decision. Cristiano was tackled from behind by Alves and stepped on by spikes on his waist when he didn't have the ball. Two fouls. How do you think I should look at it?"
"Or I can tell you that I think sometimes it is necessary to give some deterrence to the opposing team and warn them not to endlessly target our players with fouls and malicious fouls. You can count how many times Cristiano was tackled in this game."
Someone has to do the dirty work.
Mourinho didn't say it directly, but it was almost the same.
Sure enough, the media below the stage suddenly became agitated. Casillas covered his face lightly. Their coach has always been no less capable than Cristiano in stirring up bloody storms.
When the microphone turned to Benzema, the reporter asked about Cristiano and mentioned his practice of showing it to the fans when he was injured during the game. The Frenchman took the microphone and said in a low voice: "I am very sad to see Cristiano suffer this. I just know that he should be treated more fairly."
"He's a very good person. When I'm down, he's always there for me. When the fans boo me, he'll stop it. We find each other, pass the ball to each other, and we work well together."
Benzema looked at the reporters in front of him and exhaled: "The media accused him of exaggerating after the game and downplaying the violation he suffered. This is not correct."
"He has the right to do what he wants. In my eyes, he is just expressing his anger and maybe a little bit of grievance. There is nothing wrong with that. He is Cristiano Ronaldo."
Mourinho looked at Benzema, and even Ramos and Casillas looked over.
Benzema then noticed that he was being stared at by so many teammates. He paused, then pushed the microphone to indicate that he had finished speaking.
The reporters below the stage were flashing their spotlights frantically, almost poking all the microphones onto the stage.
Ramos blinked. After hesitating for two seconds, he took one of the microphones: "So what I want to say is, I agree."
James said: "I don't know what to say, I don't think it matters."
"I only know that before the game, I saw in Cristiano's eyes that he was saying 'Today, I dominate the game', 'Today, I will score a goal', and he really did it." James smiled brightly.
The beautiful Colombian asked the media to flash the spotlight more diligently. He looked at the media below the stage and then continued: "This is what I love most about him. I watched his game grow. When this moment appeared in front of me, it was the happiest and most exciting moment. There is no better day than this."
"He is Cristiano Ronaldo. He brings countless passion to the game. If I have to say anything, I would say that he is the only indispensable person in the football world, now and in the future, he will always be."
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