Chapter 253
The locker room became quiet after Cristiano left after the game. Mourinho was still angry and no one wanted to run into his gun.
But there are always exceptions, such as Kaka who just bumped into Mourinho, Van Nistelrooy who followed him out, and Benzema at this moment.
——If Pepe had not missed this game due to injury, I am afraid he would have confronted Mourinho directly.
The Frenchman looked at Mourinho: "You know what he has done for the team, you know it better than anyone else, but you still expect him to do more and better. He is Cristiano Ronaldo, but that doesn't mean he is an omnipotent superman."
"Before saying that, why don't you think about why I need him to do so much for the team?" Mourinho said coldly, "And, in my tactics, what I need him to do is up to me. He is a player and his duty is to obey my instructions!"
Benzema didn't say anything. He just pulled the corner of his mouth, then turned around and walked into the bathroom.
This may be the reason why he and Mourinho will always have different auras. The proud Portuguese coach only thinks he is the best, while Mourinho just happens to have Cristiano, who brings him all the results he wants, so smoothly that people forget some more practical problems.
Cristiano is a number seven, but he is more suitable for attacking.
He saw it all, but Mourinho still stubbornly wanted Cristiano to stay in his inherent tactical position. Cristiano could bring them goals, but not run all over the field endlessly. Even that man would get exhausted sometimes.
He turned on the tap and cold water poured down his head. He was used to soaking in the cold spring after the game like Cristiano. The slightly cool water temperature made him calm down slowly, but he still felt a little sad for Cristiano.
The Portuguese people's emotions are always so strong and contagious, whether they are happy, angry or depressed, it is like an open page of a book, being read so directly and frankly, right in front of his eyes.
Benzema did not stay in the cold water pool for long, and hurried out of the bathroom. Mourinho had already left here, and he heard his teammates in the locker room chatting quietly -
"Is this the first time they've had such a fight?" Marcelo whispered. "I don't remember them ever having such a big fight. At least, Cristiano has never cried."
"Don't talk about this, it's boring." Modric frowned.
Marcelo touched the tip of his nose and whispered, "I just didn't expect these two Portuguese guys to have such a big reaction. We obviously won."
"Maybe because they foresaw some problems." Varane said. He stood in front of his closet, a tall and thin man, and coldly adjusted his wristband. He picked up the wristband that Cristiano had thrown to the ground in anger, and planned to return it to Cristiano when he returned to training.
Varane saw other people looking at him, he paused and said: "I was just talking casually, this is something they need to resolve between themselves."
Ramos shrugged his shoulders: "Anyway, in the post-match interview later, this is not news that the media should know. I think we all agree on this, right?"
"Of course." James spoke without thinking. He knew that if the media knew the news, those people would probably look everywhere for the surveillance video of Cristiano crying in the locker room. Those people knew what kind of news could squeeze out every bit of value from Cristiano.
Casillas clapped his hands, interrupting the small talk in the locker room: "Okay boys, that's it."
Cristiano was not present in the post-match interview, and Mourinho had a sour face. The reporters and media with a keen sense of smell immediately realized what was happening.
They tried to hint at the problem cleverly, but the entire team was like an iron wall and they couldn't get a single word out of them. The reporters were so frustrated that they gritted their teeth. They wished that Real Madrid's defense could be this tight.
The next day, the biggest winners in the sports press became the tabloids. The Sun and the Mirror were full of "parking lot secrets" about Real Madrid.
#BreakingNews! Real Madrid's current top player and former top scorer hugged each other privately in the parking lot#
#Van Nissan and Ronaldo? A long-distance love spanning England and Spain! #
#Ronaldo was in a bad mood after the game, and Van Nistelrooy met in the parking lot and hugged and kissed#
#Were there early signs? ! The Portuguese Rising Star International Competition and the Dutch team's king of the small penalty area had already interacted off the court and hit him in the face! #
#Ronaldo's rumored boyfriend is finally confirmed! Buffon or his predecessor? Fanny surfaces! #
The next day, Cristiano was woken up by Mendes's bombardment of phone calls. He buried his head in the pillow and didn't want to answer the annoying calls. Kaka had to take the phone and funnyly peeled back the Portuguese's bed sheets little by little, and coaxed Cristiano to answer the phone.
"It's Jorge. He must have something urgent, Cris? Answer the phone, good boy." Kaka laughed softly in Cristiano's ear. He gently scratched Cristiano's sensitive neck, causing Chris to dodge here and there, and finally emerge from under the pillow.
"What else could he want from me? It must be those 'coach and player' issues." Cristiano muttered, he turned over and sat up, gestured with his fingers twice, hooked them, and then took his phone from Kaka.
He stopped looking at his phone after the game yesterday. He didn't want to know what Mourinho would comment on him or accuse him of after the game. He just wanted to be alone for a while.
But now he is much calmer. To a large extent, he understands Mourinho just as Mourinho understands himself, but they both have their own opinions and no one can convince the other.
He did not chase the ball back - although he later tried his best to save the ball that was about to run out of the bottom and successfully connected to score a goal - there is nothing wrong with Mourinho pointing this out. Cristiano curled his lips. He is not an unreasonable person, although he does not like some of Mourinho's decisions and choices at all.
But now, he can talk to Mourinho calmly, and he will do so, even if Jorge doesn't call him.
He answered the phone and before Mendes could speak, he said, "I know what you are going to say Jorge, I will have a good talk with him, we will be fine, you don't have to worry."
"...I don't need to worry!?" Mendes' voice was almost out of tune, but he listened to the calm and steady voice of the Portuguese on the phone. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down, and then said, "Are you sure you will have a good talk with him? How do you plan to talk?"
Cristiano scratched his head: "Anyway, we will have a solution."
"Is this your answer!?" Mendes felt like his nerves were about to break. Was this something that the boy could just say lightly? !
"What other answer do you want me to give? Mourinho and I..." Cristiano was confused by Mendes's question, but he still tried to explain in a good temper, but was interrupted by Mendes again.
"Mourinho!? Why is he still here?!" Mendes screamed, "What are you talking about? Cristiano!"
"What are you talking about?" Cristiano frowned and held the phone away. "If you keep getting so nervous, I'll have to hang up. At least calm down and talk to me."
Mendes: “…”
"You and Fanny. I'm talking about you and Fanny! What's going on between you two? Tell me it's a rumor, tell me you have a hidden girlfriend, damn it, there's never been a moment when I wanted you to be in a relationship behind my back!" Mendes said quickly.
Cristiano blinked, then realized that things seemed to be completely different from what he thought.
"Luther? Wait a minute, Jorge, what does this have to do with Luther?" Cristiano frowned. He looked at Kaka and motioned for him to go to Twitter and take a look.
As soon as Kaka entered the social platform, he was immediately shocked by the big tag on the world trend. He handed his phone to Cristiano, and saw photos of him and Van Nistelrooy together in the parking lot last night everywhere. There were several photos in a row, and he didn't even know when they were taken.
"We thought the reporters had left." Cristiano was stunned for a moment and said subconsciously, then he felt relieved - although he shouldn't, he was indeed relieved that Kaka was not photographed - he muttered softly, and then heard an uproar on the other end of the phone.
Mendes gasped when he heard that and screamed, "What do you mean you thought!? So you guys are serious!?"
Cristiano was almost choked, and he almost screamed along with Mendes: "Fuck you Jorge! Are you crazy!? Of course we are not! Luther and I are just pure friends! He just came to remind me that there are reporters following and want to take pictures!"
"And then you two hugged each other?!" Mendes laughed angrily, "Do I look so gullible? Cristiano! I want you to tell me the truth!"
"He just came to see me and comfort me. This is the truth, Jorge. We don't have any relationship other than friends. Do you believe the rumors made by those reporters? They have arranged more than a dozen boyfriends and girlfriends for me!" Cristiano was also angry because of the counter-question.
All this was simply incomprehensible. He had long been fed up with the media's fabrications, but this time, even his closest and most trusted friends believed the damn picture.
Cristiano pursed his lips tightly. He didn't say anything, just breathed, his breathing was a little choked and trembling. He was very angry, and even more annoyed that Van Nistelrooy was implicated this time. He felt particularly sorry for this.
For a while, neither of them spoke. It was so quiet that Mendes could hear the Portuguese's breathing on the other end of the phone. He even realized that Cristiano might be crying. Was he crying because he was mad at him?
Mendes didn't know what to say for a moment, but please have mercy on him. He was woken up by the urgent news from the team early in the morning. He even found a professional computer technician to determine whether these photos had any signs of synthesis, but no one told him that these were original photos.
And in the photo, his golden boy was hanging on the tall Dutchman almost happily, the two seemed to be whispering, or kissing, and there was a large beautiful blush under Cristiano's eyes - anyone would think wrongly.
Mendes was silent for a while and then spoke softly: "I'm sorry, Chris, you know I'm just too nervous about you."
"I know." Cristiano took a deep breath, sniffed, and then spoke, "But, as I said, Luther and I are just friends. I don't understand why even you would believe such a ridiculous rumor."
"If you could give me one or two pieces of troubling news about a rumored girlfriend, I'd act more relaxed than I am now," Mendes said.
God knows that the world's most popular football player is not only good-looking, but also rich. If you have the opportunity to communicate with him in depth, you will find that his temper is unusually gentle. Unless he is really annoyed, he will stretch out his sharp claws hidden in his pads like a cat, but at most he can just scratch you painlessly, which is insignificant compared to the confrontations he has suffered. But such a young man has never been rumored to have any affair with any beautiful woman, as if he never needed to solve any needs.
Mendes hoped that he could deal with the emotional crisis between the Portuguese and the woman, which would at least make him feel more real.
Cristiano couldn't help but twitch his mouth when he heard Mendes' nonsense. He grabbed the sheets twice in frustration and emphasized to Mendes: "Don't talk nonsense, Jorge. I don't have a girlfriend, and Luther and I are just friends. I will sue those unscrupulous newspapers. This time I am serious."
"Okay Chris." Mendes responded readily. Although he knew how troublesome it would be to sue these newspapers and that it might not change anything at all, he still comforted the Portuguese who had been crying because of him early in the morning, "All is up to you, Cristiano. But I think that if you have a romantic partner, this is a good time to make that lady public? As your agent, I don't object to you dating at all. It's no big deal. You are not one of those boys in the entertainment industry."
Mendes begs the question.
Cristiano laughed angrily: "No, I said, I don't have a girlfriend, I'm serious, I didn't hide it from you..."
"In fact, Jorge, we did hide something from you." Kaka suddenly came closer and turned on the external speaker. He looked into Cristiano's eyes and said under Cristiano's surprised gaze, "Jorge, Cristiano doesn't have a girlfriend, but we are together."
Cristiano and Mendes on the other end of the line both let out a loud inhale at the same time.
Cristiano was extremely surprised, but then some joy and excitement appeared in his eyes. He reached out and hooked Kaka's fingers, subconsciously showing a big smile.
Soon, Mendes on the other end of the phone screamed: "Kaka——!?"
"It's me, Jorge." The Brazilian's voice was still gentle and polite, as calm as if it wasn't him who broke the news.
There was an eerie silence of several seconds on the other end of the phone from Mendes, and then there was a flurry of noise as the call was hung up.
Cristiano blinked as he listened to the busy tone on the phone, a hint of laughter in his voice: "...How long do you think it will take him to recover?"
"He is the best football agent. He was able to handle our relationship well before, and he can certainly handle it now." Kaka said. He leaned slightly towards his lover on the bed and kissed Chris's forehead. "Sorry Cris, I was a little impulsive..."
"You never need to say sorry Kaka, you see, I'm actually quite happy, Jorge will know us sooner or later, I just never knew when the right time would be, but now it's out, the rest is up to him," Cristiano said, rolling out of bed, "Obviously now we have a reliable and strong ally."
Kaka laughed, even though he felt that Mendes might not want him to be this "reliable and powerful ally".
After getting up, Cristiano was busy looking for Van Nistelrooy. Van Nistelrooy smiled nonchalantly on the phone. The Dutch don't care about these groundless things. It would be more irritating for them to fabricate that he is a homosexual than to fabricate that he is a guy who likes to gossip behind people's backs.
“But these paparazzi really know how to find angles to take pictures,” Fanny said, jokingly.
"... Luther, this is not funny at all." Cristiano touched the tip of his nose. "I was like this under their camera. This is too much."
Fanny choked on the phone, then raised his eyebrows - what else? Don’t the Portuguese have an accurate understanding of themselves until now?
"I think they shot it very realistically. Maybe you can ask Ferdinand and the others for their opinions. I don't think they will object. By the way, check the group chat." Ruud said with a smile, and then hung up the phone before the boy on the other end of the phone got angry. "That's it, Ronnie. I have things to do. I'll go now."
Cristiano: “…”
Speaking of group chats, Cristiano remembered the small Manchester United group chat that he and Van Nistelrooy were in. There wasn't much news in that group normally. Only Giggs and Neville liked to post some health tips and tactical training in the group, and then there was Rooney's favorite player gossip.
For example, this morning -
Rooney: @cristiano @vanNistelrooy Grass? You two? ? 】
[Neville:? What's going on? Don't say half the words.
[Giggs: Can someone who has lost his ability to organize language not speak?]
Rooney: …
[Ferdinand: ...@vanNistelrooy, what’s wrong with you? You and Ronnie? ? 】
[Giggs: Can Wazza's disease be transmitted from person to person through the Internet? 】
[Neville: ... go to Twitter, Ryan]
[Fanny: @Rooney, weren’t you kicked out? When was it added back? 】
[Fanni: The photo is well taken]
[Fanni: But unfortunately the picture and text do not match, it is a rumor]
【Fanni: [Share picture]】
Van Nistelrooy shared a screenshot of his tweet, in which he posted the rumor content from the tabloid, marked it with a big red X, and then wrote: Fake.
It's brief and to the point, but very effective, perhaps due to the Dutch people's consistent good credit, or perhaps because the Dutch people are too lazy to cover up their lies.
[Ferdinand: [thumbs-up]]
【Kean: [Thumbs up]】
【cristiano: ...[thumbs up] I'll repost it right now [crying]】
[Ferdinand: The annoying Spanish media]
[Neville: If it was Manchester United, the boss would definitely give these paparazzi a hard time]
[Rooney: Of course, in Manchester, the paparazzi can only report some ambiguous gossip. How dare you put such photos and big words on it? Want to eat bullets? 】
[Kean: By the way, what did your agent say? @cristiano】
Cristiano almost laughed when he saw the message on the screen. He touched the tip of his nose. Jorge? He was almost forgetting about his battered agent over there.
[Cristiano: He will get through it]
【Kean: ……】
The captain felt that something was a little strange, but he couldn't put his finger on it.
Cristiano went to call Mendes. He always had to care about his agent.
The phone rang for a long time before it was answered, and Cristiano almost thought that Mendes didn't want to talk to him anymore.
"Jorge, why did you answer my call just now?" Cristiano muttered.
"...Do you know how long Ferguson has been calling me? He has been talking to me until now since the call with you! Damn it, I can't tell him that his innocent boy is indeed with a man!" Mendes roared on the other end of the phone.
He was blown by Ferguson's blower for almost half an hour. He really didn't understand why Cristiano had left Manchester United for three years, but the old man still looked like "Ronnie is my boy", as if Cristiano would return to Old Trafford at any time and still be the child of the Theatre of Dreams.
He really, really didn't understand why he had to endure Ferguson's half-hour-long rant, including but not limited to--
"The damn Spanish media and paparazzi are everywhere, and this is how you do Ronnie's personal protection?!"
"You are the worst football agent ever! Ronnie trusted you, but you didn't do your job well!"
"If Ronnie was still in Manchester, I bet these tabloids would be nipped in the bud before they were published, without even needing you!"
…
Mendes' alarm bells were ringing. He felt that Ferguson wanted to lure his golden boy back to England.
He didn't say anything at all, and now thinking about it, Mendes suddenly felt that perhaps it was because of this reason that Ferguson later became even more angry and went on to cheer for half an hour?
Mendes' eyes went dark.
Cristiano was stunned on the other end of the phone, then touched the tip of his nose awkwardly. He really didn't expect this.
"Okay Jorge, do you need to rest now?" The boy looked particularly well-behaved and his voice was particularly sincere.
Mendes: "...Thank you, Cristiano, thank you, and Kaka."
——He gritted his teeth.
"At least we're not in any trouble now, right?" Cristiano asked carefully.
"roll!"
"Okay, goodbye Jorge." Cristiano hung up the phone quickly as if he had been pardoned.
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