Chapter 254
As the head coach of Real Madrid, Mourinho gave all the players a day off after the game. Maybe it was because of a victory, or maybe it was for some other reason, no one can say for sure.
The gossip flying around did not occupy Mourinho's attention at all. He said that the gossip was extremely stupid. It was no wonder that these paparazzi could never dig up any truly valuable news, because first of all, they were blind.
After the game, he watched the full replay of the game alone, which is what he should do as a head coach.
Mourinho's eyes fell on the Portuguese running back and forth on the field, and he couldn't help but think of the contradictions and conflicts.
When he calmed down after the game, he was still angry that Cristiano did not follow his instructions, but at the same time, he also felt a little annoyed. He had hundreds of ways to communicate that were ten thousand times better than arguing, but he chose the worst way.
He knew how proud Cristiano was. A young top star who had won the Grand Slam early on was scolded by the head coach in the locker room and in front of his teammates. He guessed that even Ferguson had never let Cristiano suffer such treatment.
——And this was after he scored two goals to reverse the team's score.
Mourinho pinched his nose. He really shouldn't have said those words at that time and place. They had a better way.
He guessed that the young man would not want to sit down and talk with him for a while.
He watched the game replay carefully.
Doesn't he know that Cristiano is suitable for attacking? Of course he knows.
But is there anyone who can replace Cristiano's defensive role as a winger?
He has Di Maria, the Argentine who can make long passes, attack and defend on the wing, and has a good echo with Cristiano, but it is not enough. Alonso has a good awareness of counterattack, but his speed is not as fast as Cristiano; Kaka has speed, but he lacks the sharpness and pressure of counterattack...
Mourinho couldn't find a player in his tactical system to replace Cristiano.
In his tactical system, the Portuguese player at the winger position is like a sharp golden spear, with powerful offensive capabilities that can tear through everything both in attack and defense, perfect.
Mourinho sighed softly and rubbed his eyebrows. He knew that the team had problems right now, but even he didn't know how to solve it.
But the most important thing now is him and Cristiano. To be honest, this gave him even more headaches.
Show some demeanor of an elder, Mr. Mourinho, the Portuguese coach said to himself.
He let out a breath. He could take the initiative to contact Cristiano. It was no big deal, just a quarrel. He had said much more unpleasant things before, and they were fine later, weren't they?
Although he didn't make Cristiano cry last time.
Oh, who knows? Maybe the little Portuguese was hiding behind Ferguson and crying, so the Scottish coach got so angry and confronted him head-on.
Mourinho touched his nose.
"Cristiano? We need to talk." Mourinho called Cristiano.
Cristiano was a little surprised, but he quickly agreed. He had thought about talking to Mourinho a long time ago, but he didn't expect the other party to call him first.
"Come to my house," he said.
Mourinho agreed without hesitation.
He went straight to the door in the afternoon and it was Kaka who opened the door for him.
He was not surprised. After all, everyone knew that Kaka and Cristiano shared a house. He nodded slightly to Kaka as a greeting and entered the house.
Cristiano was busy squeezing juice in the kitchen. When he saw Mourinho coming in, he waved to him: "Hey, I made some juice, do you want some?"
Mourinho paused subtly. He had heard about the drinks that Cristiano would drink, and he really didn't want to try the strange taste.
But he came here today to ease the relationship between the two. Mourinho hesitated for less than a second, then nodded and agreed: "Okay Cristiano, thank you."
Cristiano blinked, a little surprised. He had to admit that he deliberately proposed drinks to Mourinho as a small harmless joke, but he didn't expect the other party to actually agree.
He smiled and said nothing, but asked Mourinho to sit in the living room for a while.
Mourinho responded.
Kaka was also sitting there, the two of them facing each other, but no one said anything - Mourinho prefers to use Alonso and Di Maria compared to Kaka, but this is only for tactical reasons, not a matter of personal preference.
It’s just that Kaka really doesn’t like Mourinho that much. He is healthier and more able to run than in his previous life, but Mourinho still doesn’t like to use him that much.
He wanted to prove his worth to Mourinho, and he thought he had, but he was just a more opinionated guy.
And the quarrel between him and Cristiano this time further proved this point, Kaka thought to himself.
Junior was curious about the guest at home, so he slipped out of the toy room at the side and trotted into the living room.
As soon as Mourinho lowered his head, he saw the little boy who looked somewhat similar to Cristiano. He paused, then tried to force a kind smile at the little guy.
Junior: “…”
Luca also trotted over behind Junior, and when he saw the situation, he pulled Junior back to hide - what a troublesome child! The adults were discussing something, and why did the little kid come over here? We have to ask Luca to look after the house. This is the trouble of older children.
Seeing this, Kaka held the two little ones in his arms, one in each hand, quite skillfully.
"Sorry, I'll take them back first." Kaka smiled politely and distantly at Mourinho, then took the two little guys away.
Junior kicked his shins in displeasure, but his protest was ineffective.
Mourinho looked at Kaka's back as he walked away, he raised his eyebrows slightly, and said that compared to the rumors about Van Nistelrooy and Cristiano, the Brazilian in front of him was a bit weird.
He had long observed how much the Brazilians' eyes liked to be glued to Cristiano. Even on the pitch, when standing with the ball boys before the game, the Brazilians would often glance at the Portuguese.
And now, the other party looks like the father of two children, and such behavior is only natural.
Mourinho withdrew his gaze. He was not here to gossip about the players' private love lives.
Cristiano quickly came over with two bottles of juice. He handed one of them to Mourinho. The green fruit and vegetable juice made Mourinho's face turn green.
But he still said nothing, he took it and took a sip.
Sweet, with honey, a little bit of cabbage aroma, more like mixed with green apple juice.
It tastes actually quite good. Mourinho was a little surprised.
Cristiano smiled when he saw the other party's surprised look: "Not bad, right? I made it specially for you. This is what I usually drink."
He shook the drink in his hand, then leaned back on the sofa and said, "Do you like it?"
Mourinho nodded and smiled slightly when he saw this. He knew that there was no problem between the two of them.
That can’t be said. At most, there are no personal emotional issues, but the team’s problems still exist.
"Jorge came to see you?" Cristiano asked.
Mourinho raised his eyebrows: "No, why do you ask? Did he come to you?"
"You said it yourself - 'It would be useless even if Jorge came this time' or something like that." Cristiano narrowed his eyes. Oh, he remembered it.
Mourinho choked and glared at the young man in front of him. This guy really holds a grudge.
He snorted, "It's no use having Jorge here, but I didn't say I wouldn't choose to come to you on my own."
"Okay, Cristiano, let's be mature and communicate like mature men. Tell me what you think about the game, tactics and the club." Mourinho looked at Cristiano, and he acted like he wanted to have a long talk.
Cristiano sat up slightly when he saw this.
He knew they would have something good to talk about today.
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All everyone saw was the two Portuguese returning to the training ground the next day, as if nothing had happened.
The match day still arrived on time, and the first leg of the Champions League quarter-finals kicked off at Wolfsburg's home ground in Germany.
Before the game, Mourinho was interviewed and the reporter poked the microphone in front of him.
"Regarding the rumors that you and Real Madrid player Cristiano Ronaldo had a disagreement after the last game, is that true?"
"I heard that you had a heated argument with the other team! What was the reason? Was it about tactics? Or was it about the players' private behavior?"
…
Mourinho's brows suddenly frowned. He was not so surprised that these reporters would find out the news in the team's locker rooms afterwards, because there were always staff members in the locker rooms and aisles of the stadium, and they had never thought that there would be such disputes, nor had they hidden anything. Coupled with some reporters following the team, this was a matter of time.
But he noticed the connection problem behind the reporter, his face turned cold, and then he grabbed the reporter's microphone and said: "I guess you don't want to receive a complaint letter from the club? You should also pay attention to the scale of slander and rumors, gentlemen?"
"I think you don't need to focus on individuals. We are a team, a team. Even if you ask Cristiano, he will give the same answer..." He answered, but the next second, he was interrupted.
"Ronaldo scored two goals in the last game and won the game, so what is your disagreement?" the reporter asked again.
Mourinho frowned and glanced at the other player: "He doesn't need to score. He is a key player in my tactical system. He connects the game, and scoring is not his main responsibility. Of course, we are very happy to see him score, the team scores and wins the game, which is good."
"Okay gentlemen, let's focus on the next game, that's it, thank you, the interview is over."
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