Chapter 260
When Mourinho walked into the locker room, he immediately saw the Portuguese surrounded by his teammates.
Cristiano is like a magnet, as if everyone subconsciously gathers around him.
Mourinho also walked over, patted Cristiano on the shoulder, his eyes fell on the young man's bandaged muscular body. He frowned slightly, then looked at the team doctor.
The team doctor immediately reported the situation quickly.
This is the club's most expensive star, the club's top player, the darling of all of Europe. The team doctor feels that countless eyes are on him, which adds to his pressure.
After listening to the team doctor's assessment, Mourinho was silent for a few seconds, then he looked into Cristiano's eyes and said, "I think we all know what to do, Cristiano. But if there is any problem, you must let me know immediately."
"Of course." Cristiano agreed immediately.
Mourinho squeezed Cristiano's shoulder, then he looked at everyone else and clapped his hands. There was no long inspiring speech, just a simple speech, and then everyone filed back onto the field.
Overtime begins.
Real Madrid did not make any player changes, and the same was true for Atletico Madrid.
After the two teams returned to the field, the atmosphere in the stands gradually became heated, and the tension between the fans on both sides was extremely strong.
By the time the overtime period began, the main players on both sides of the field were actually close to exhaustion.
Van Nistelrooy shared more of the coordination and attraction in front of the penalty area with Cristiano, but the confrontation between the two teams was extremely stalemate, and it was difficult for the ball to pass through the midfield and be delivered into the penalty area.
"After Modric dribbled past the defense, the space was squeezed and he chose to shoot directly from outside the penalty area! This shot lacked power and was directly confiscated by goalkeeper Courtois..."
After playing for nearly a hundred minutes, the players were all slow and tired. Modric was panting and supporting himself on his knees to adjust his breathing. He glanced at the goal and the goalkeeper on the opposite side was like a giant, like an iron wall of Atletico Madrid.
The guy saved two free kicks from Cristiano and confiscated several of their shots. It was crazy.
He didn't even know how to get the ball into the goal, just pray for luck?
Modric took a deep breath.
The ball changed possession in the midfield. After Atletico's midfielder intercepted the ball on the wing, he immediately accelerated forward.
"There was a small mistake in Real Madrid's midfield pass! Real Madrid is in danger!"
Ramos and Marcelo immediately chased after them, but a white figure that was faster than them suddenly pressed up from behind, passed through the attacking team, and quickly pushed the ball towards his teammates.
"It's Ronaldo! Ronaldo went back to defend and press in the critical moment! The opponent couldn't run any longer, but Ronaldo was still able to run. His physical strength is really terrifying!"
"Ronaldo can still run! It seems his injury shouldn't be a big problem."
Ferguson stared at Cristiano, who had retreated to the backcourt and was having difficulty participating in the attack and shooting. He pursed his lips in dissatisfaction and became even angrier.
Ancelotti, who was sitting next to him, said: "Even if he can do everything, it is a waste and a luxury to force a top shooter to retreat to defend."
Ferguson looked at Ancelotti with rare approval: "We agree on this."
He said.
On the field, Cristiano kicked the ball back to Casillas.
Casillas kicked the ball forward and Kaka quickly grabbed the ball.
He immediately rushed towards Atletico's frontcourt, and on his other side was Van Nistelrooy, who moved into the penalty area even faster.
"Kaka dribbled past! The Atletico defenders couldn't slow down his speed as he pressed forward!"
On the field, Kaka was striding forward, his white jersey like an elusive wind, Atletico Madrid's red and white striped army was following closely around him, and then a figure suddenly flew out diagonally.
"Defensive tactical foul! Kaka was tackled!!"
Kaka sat on the ground gasping for breath. He looked at the referee until the referee took out a yellow card and gave a free kick. Only then did he accept that Marcelo pulled him up.
He stood up and turned to look for Cristiano.
"Kaka created a free kick in the frontcourt!"
"But this distance is still a bit far, perhaps twenty meters from the goal? Twenty-five meters?"
The commentators in the broadcast room were talking at once.
When Cristiano jogged up from behind, Kaka stood beside Cristiano with his hands covering his mouth and whispered, "I'll give this ball to you, Cris. I can't think of anyone who can seize the opportunity better than you."
As he said this, he gently hugged Cristiano's waist. Cristiano turned his head to look at Kaka, nodded, took a deep breath, and then stood on the penalty spot.
"Ronaldo took this free kick! Real Madrid has created many free kicks today, but Courtois blocked Ronaldo's attack like a goalkeeper! Let's take a look at this time!"
"Overtime is already halfway through, I wonder if Ronaldo can score the crucial goal for the team to overtake!"
"Ronaldo stood on the penalty spot, the same posture as he always takes free kicks! It's like his personal logo!"
Countless eyes on the sidelines were focused on Cristiano. Even Casillas, who was halfway across the field, couldn't help but stare with bated breath.
Cristiano stepped back step by step, as if he was measuring the distance and calculating the angle and force.
Then the run-up—
Hit the door——
The ball was heading towards the goal at an incredible speed, and when it was about to pass the goal frame, it suddenly dropped at an extremely fast speed!
Courtois reacted quickly and stretched out his arm to reach the ball, but the ball hit his glove with the force of a heavy anchor.
Courtois' eyes suddenly widened, and the next second he felt his body lose balance in the air. He was violently bent backwards by the powerful kick, and then the ball slipped out of his hands with such great force! It crashed straight into the net!
The entire Guangming Stadium suddenly became boiling!
"Oh my god!! The ball went in!!!"
"The quality of this goal is too high! Even though Courtois has blocked the ball, he still can't stop the ball from entering the net!!"
Casillas was standing at the other end of the field. He took a breath and saw with his own eyes how the ball hit the goal. He could almost imagine how hard the ball hit his gloves, which could even cause a goalkeeper like Courtois to lose his grip and fall.
Casillas seemed a little dazed standing in front of the goal. He was extremely grateful that the goalkeeper standing opposite Cristiano was not himself, and that Cristiano belonged to their club.
The big screen on the field also showed the replay of the previous goal again. It was a beautiful shot, with fully stretched muscles and a sudden burst of force, which splashed the grass clippings on the grass.
Florentino jumped up excitedly in the stands, and was captured by the broadcast camera: "Real Madrid President Florentino is also celebrating excitedly in the stands! Real Madrid has surpassed Atletico Madrid 2-1! This is an incredible night!"
"Cristiano was injured but still managed to score such an amazing goal! Courtois seemed to have not recovered yet and was still staring at the net! This goal is the best of the season! The erratic trajectory, the sudden falling angle, and the unstoppable force!"
“Unbelievable!!”
In the stands, Deco, Costa and others were screaming and shouting excitedly, as if they were on the field too. All around them were the sounds of fans screaming and singing Cristiano's name. They were waving along with the crowd, as if singing Cristiano was an involuntary and natural thing.
"Ronaldo! Ronaldo! Ronaldo!"
If the 9248 equalizer made Atletico feel urgent and anxious, then this goal completely crushed Atletico's morale.
Coach Simeone stood on the sidelines with a dazed look on his face. His eyes seemed a little dull and he kept wiping his lips and chin with his hands, as if he had been hit.
On the contrary, for Real Madrid, this goal completely sounded the clarion call for Real Madrid's attack.
In less than five minutes, Real Madrid's offensive resumed.
"Kaka cuts inside! A shot from a small angle in the penalty area widens the score again!"
"Ronaldo assisted with the ball, and Kaka scored a goal to equal his Champions League goal tally! The twin stars of Real Madrid both scored in this Champions League final! At the same time, Ronaldo also scored twice in a row in the Champions League final!"
"Real Madrid 3-1!!!"
"Atletico Madrid conceded three goals in less than half an hour. This is a fatal blow! They must adjust quickly and reorganize their offense and defense to deal with the increasingly courageous White Army!"
Cristiano ran towards Kaka happily. He jumped on Kaka and hung on Kaka's waist like a koala. He cheered excitedly in Kaka's ear: "We scored a goal!"
The last goal came in the 117th minute, when Van Nistelrooy's shot in the penalty area was blocked by Atletico's defense, but the referee blew the whistle immediately -
"Handball!! Atletico Madrid conceded a penalty in the final moments of the game!! I'm afraid Atletico Madrid has been completely defeated at this point!"
"Ronaldo came to the penalty area with the ball in his arms. After communicating with Van Nistelrooy, he put the ball into Van Nistelrooy's hands! Van Nistelrooy created a penalty himself!"
Van Nistelrooy exhaled lightly, he looked at Cristiano, the Portuguese nodded at him, then he looked at the goal again, the Belgian on the opposite side jumped twice on the spot, ready for battle.
Van Nistelrooy bent down, kissed the ball, and then put it on the white spot.
He seemed to still hear what Cristiano had just said to him - this goal belongs to you, this game belongs to you, you own them, enjoy them, and the Champions League.
"Van Nistelrooy took the penalty! He deceived Courtois with a feint! The ball went in! The score is 4-1!!"
"Real Madrid scored three goals in the extra time of the final! A big win over Atletico Madrid! Lifting the Big Ear Cup tonight!!"
Fanny shouted as if to vent his anger. He knelt on the ground and almost shouted until he was exhausted. He never thought that tonight would be so ups and downs, and he participated in it, participated in the most exciting minutes.
The big screen on the field was turned to the stands, and some of the Real Madrid fans were so excited that they couldn't stop crying. It was like a magic night, and they witnessed this incredible birth with their own eyes!
"Ferguson, Ancelotti, Figo, Giggs, Nesta, Maldini... so many stars gathered! Ferguson looks very happy!"
Cristiano saw Ferguson on the big screen, he blinked, and then suddenly he felt an impulse and ran to the sidelines, straight towards Ferguson.
The Scottish coach was standing in the first row and hugged the little Portuguese boy who was running towards him.
"Ha, slower, Ronnie, you can go slower." Ferguson laughed. He was still worried about Cristiano's legs, but now it seems that there should be no big problem.
Thank God.
Cristiano was extremely happy, and a strong feeling of longing and gratitude surged up all at once. He stretched out his arms and hugged Ferguson tightly, then lowered his head and squeezed hard into Ferguson's shoulders. He said softly: "Thank you, Boss, thank you, I am so happy."
Ferguson heard the sob in Cristiano's voice. He looked down and saw that the Portuguese had buried his head completely in his suit like a child, and arched his head hard, as if he wanted to bury himself deeper.
Ferguson reached out and gently patted the back of Cristiano's head. He felt his heart soften and then become sour. He knew Cristiano's little actions too well. His little Portuguese must be secretly holding back tears at this moment.
He smiled and said gently, "I'm happy for you too, Ronnie."
Cristiano sniffed hard twice.
Ferguson quickly patted Cristiano, signaling that it was time for the boy to get up.
He guessed Florentino would definitely not be happy to see this - his top player huddled next to the former head coach.
Ferguson thought about it and grinned again. If Florentino was unhappy, what was it to him? He hoped that the other party would be angry and dissatisfied, so that he could buy Ronnie back!
snort!
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