Chapter 257
There seemed to be some kind of carnival party going on in the Real Madrid locker room, as if they had already won the championship in advance.
Marcelo nonchalantly swayed his hips to the music played at the maximum volume, indicating that this was how they should be happy and that this was a way of enjoying life while they could.
The Croatian, who was not so used to dancing, swayed awkwardly to the music, and he nodded in approval - they had reversed the game and successfully advanced when no one was optimistic about them, and that was worth celebrating.
The most deserving MVP of the game was like a big star that everyone was paying attention to. He was in the middle of the crowd, his head covered with those ribbons that had been pulled. He swayed his waist nonchalantly and jumped on Kaka's shoulders.
"Let's shout his name together!" Ramos jumped onto the long bench in the locker room. He held up his jersey high and was in high spirits. He shook his jersey and shouted loudly, "Cristiano——!"
The Portuguese was suddenly called by his name. He was stunned for a moment and then turned his head to see Ramos jumping on the bench like a fool, making it creak, and shouting excitedly: "Cristiano! Cristiano!——"
Cristiano licked his teeth with amusement and embarrassment, shaking his head, his ears turning red because of Ramos's teasing and nonsense.
The Spanish always like to do this, just like their love is always so vigorous and passionate, praising people highly, but no one knows what will happen next.
What Cristiano didn't expect was that the first person to respond to Ramos' nonsense would be Kaka.
The Brazilian put his hands over his mouth, laughed like a trumpet and shouted with Ramos: "Cristiano! Cristiano!"
With the addition of his teammates, Ramos became even more excited. He waved his arms and gestured to Casillas, Alonso, Pepe and others.
The entire locker room was filled with their voices chanting the Portuguese's name.
Amid the shouting, Kaka grabbed Cristiano's waist with both hands and lifted him up high.
Cristiano subconsciously put his hands on Kaka's shoulders, let out a soft cry, and then smiled and buried his head in Kaka's shoulder.
——At least he knew he would land safely here in Kaka.
Kaka picked up Cristiano, turned around and placed the Portuguese steadily on the high table in the locker room.
He raised his head slightly and looked at Cristiano, his eyes suppressing the surging obsession. Only the Portuguese figure was reflected in his eyes, and he clearly saw that in Cristiano's eyes, those emerald eyes that glowed under the light, there was only him.
Kaka curled up the corners of his mouth and looked deeply at Cristiano. Such strong emotions seemed to want to completely tear Cristiano apart, from the inside out, and take him into his own possession.
Cristiano met his lover's eyes, and he heard his own heartbeat like a drum. He even wondered if his teammates beside him could also hear his pounding heartbeat.
At that moment, all the chaotic noises around them seemed to disappear, leaving only the two of them.
But the next second, Ramos jumped up in a few steps.
He passed Kaka, grabbed Cristiano's hand, and pulled the Portuguese up. Then he stepped on the long table, grabbed Cristiano's left hand and raised it above his head. After taking a deep breath, he said loudly: "We have Cristiano! Hala Madrid!"
Cristiano raised his eyebrows, turned his head to look at the overly excited Spaniards who were nearby, and what he was about to say was drowned out by the excited response that came the next second.
"What did you say just now?" Ramos turned his head and asked curiously. He put his hands on Cristiano's shoulders and lowered his head close to the Portuguese's ear. It was too noisy around them, and he had to do this to hear what the other person said.
For example, just now, he vaguely heard Cristiano say something in his ear, but he didn't hear it clearly at all.
Cristiano laughed and said, "This is just qualification. If we win the Champions League, how happy would you be?"
"Then we are the defending champions! This is incredible!" Ramos couldn't help grinning when he heard Cristiano say this. He quickly added, "I don't even dare to dream like this!"
"Dreaming doesn't cost money, so why not dream big?" Cristiano shrugged. As he spoke, Mourinho walked in from the locker room door.
Seeing this, Cristiano patted Ramos' arm, jumped down with the help of the table, and stood next to Kaka.
The coach is going to speak.
Ramos touched his nose and quickly jumped off the stage. He met Mourinho's gaze and shrank his neck.
Mourinho didn't say anything. He gave all the players three days off, which caused the entire locker room to cheer again.
Ramos turned to Cristiano. Thinking about what Cristiano had just said, he grinned and moved closer, squeezing between Cristiano and Kaka: "Hey Chris! Let me tell you, dream big, let's go win the Champions League three times in a row!"
Cristiano and Kaka looked at each other after hearing this.
Cristiano sneered, flicked his finger at Ramos's forehead, and rolled his eyes: "You are only slightly more capable than this."
He gestured with his fingers, and then said, "Five consecutive championships. I say, we must win five consecutive championships."
The Portuguese stretched out his palm and showed five fingers.
As soon as he finished speaking, the locker room, which had been bustling just a moment ago, fell silent. Everyone looked over, including Mourinho.
Cristiano raised his thin eyebrows and looked around: "Don't you want it?"
Mourinho broke the silence in the dressing room with a snort of laughter: "Ambition, Cristiano, I guess that's the only thing the Spanish media said about you that was right."
Cristiano spread his hands and did not deny it.
Bale, who had been staying in the corner of the locker room, was the first to speak: "I want it."
There was an ambition in the Welshman's eyes that did not match his young face. He was also an ambitious man. Cristiano looked at him and curled the corners of his mouth. He liked ambition because it could bring a new life to the team.
"I want one too." Benzema glanced at Bale who was high-fiving Cristiano, and he said he would follow suit.
The locker room gradually became lively again, even more enthusiastic than before. Everyone seemed to be energized, their blood boiling because of Cristiano's words.
Five consecutive championships would be the most brilliant achievement in the history of the Champions League since its reform.
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Although Real Madrid had good results in the Champions League, it failed to achieve satisfactory results in the subsequent Copa del Rey and league.
They reached the final of the King's Cup, but lost in the derby against Barcelona's arch-rivals; and in the league points, they have always been surpassed by Barcelona.
The only thing that still gives people some hope is the unknown Champions League.
"Barcelona have to win the title, that's it," Mourinho said in an interview without hesitation. "It's clear that the team that plays against Barcelona will have no chance."
"I don't know if it's because of Unicef, Barcelona's jersey sponsor, or because they are good enough, or because of the influence of Mr. Villar, the president of the Spanish Football Association, on UEFA, but at least I know they have another kind of power."
In the final, after Pepe was sent off, they lacked a favorable defender and the balance of the game quickly tilted towards Barcelona, and that punishment was as unreasonable as the penalty kick given to Barcelona by the referee.
Mourinho even has a list of referees who favor Barcelona. He spread his hands: "But I don't want to be suspended, so I will stop at the limit, but I must say that this is not the first time that Barcelona's opponents have encountered unfair penalties."
Everyone will understand what he means.
As soon as Mourinho's speech came out, Florentino had to get oxygen in the office again.
He gritted his teeth and thought to himself, these two Portuguese guys are two lunatics. If it weren't for the huge impact of the temporary change of coach on the Champions League, he would even want to send Mourinho, this big Buddha, away right now.
The league has reached the last round, against Almeria. Regardless of the outcome of this game, it will not affect the final league championship ranking. Barcelona has already firmly sat on the championship throne.
"This is my last league game for Real Madrid." Van Nistelrooy found Cristiano before the game, he spoke suddenly and looked at the Portuguese.
Cristiano was the only one he chose who knew his decision before all the transfers were finalized.
"...Now that you have made up your mind, I congratulate you, Luther." Cristiano was stunned for a moment, then quickly came to his senses. He took a deep breath, stepped forward and hugged Van Nistelrooy.
Van Nistelrooy smiled and rubbed the back of Cristiano's head twice.
The curly hair that had not yet been sprayed with hairspray before the game was fluffy and soft, and felt great.
He chose to tell only Cristiano because he knew Cristiano would not give in to useless, procrastinating attempts.
He witnessed with his own eyes that the Portuguese who grew up was always decisive and sober, and he would understand his own choices. Now, the response given by the other party also confirmed that his understanding of Cristiano was correct.
"Nothing is more important than being happy. I hope you can play football happily and be healthy." Cristiano hugged the Dutchman. He patted the Dutchman's strong back hard, and his voice was muffled in the other's chest.
Fanny smiled.
"Of course, Ronnie, this is what I want to give you too." He whispered, "Even if I leave Spain, I will still pay attention to you, just like I said before, this will not change. So don't be lazy, boy, keep running forward, I know how much energy you have."
Cristiano laughed quickly, then lowered his head and sniffed hard. He still didn't like the feeling of saying goodbye to his former teammates, even though he had experienced it countless times.
Ruud paused when he saw this. He said nothing. He kissed the Portuguese on the top of his head in a comforting manner, just like when they were still in Manchester United: "I didn't come here to make you cry, Ronnie. At least we still have one more game to play together. I will look forward to the last league game."
"Me too." Cristiano said softly.
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