Chapter 269
Cristiano finished the post-match interview and led the team to the parking lot.
"Ronnie!" Ferdinand called out to Cristiano in the parking lot.
Cristiano stopped and looked at Ferdinand and others with some surprise.
He thought they would wait for him at the hotel. After all, post-match interviews were time-consuming enough, which meant that Ferdinand and Alan waited for at least an hour after the game.
Seeing this, Pepe took the initiative to take the other players of the Portuguese team onto the bus first, leaving this place for Cristiano.
Cristiano nodded to Pepe and strode towards his friends.
"How long have you been waiting?" He looked at Alan and the others, then curled his lips slightly and asked slowly, "What do you think of this game?"
Neville looked at Cristiano, waved to him, and then hugged the Portuguese who was a head taller than him into his chest: "I think the goalpost has a grudge against you Portuguese. You must have forgotten to say hello to it before going on the court."
Cristiano laughed muffledly: "Gary, your jokes are terrible."
Neville laughed, and soon he felt his shirt getting wet on his chest. He paused, then thought to himself, this is the Cristiano he is familiar with.
He scratched Cristiano's hair.
Rooney, who was standing nearby, also saw that Cristiano was crying. He put his hand on Cristiano's shoulder and comforted him: "Spain is one of the best teams in Europe. To be honest, I didn't think you could get to this point before the game."
Alan kicked Rooney lightly.
Rooney: “…”
He almost cried out, but he closed his mouth and pinched his nose - well, he came to think of it, maybe he still needed to learn the technique of comforting people.
Ferdinand glanced at the two men who were making small movements. If Alan had not been a little faster than him, he would have directly hit Wazza on the head.
He pulled Cristiano out of Neville's chest, and as expected, he saw the boy's face was covered with tears.
Ferdinand pursed his lips.
Neville gave him a look, signaling him to hurry up and calm down. God knew if some lurking reporter would pop out from some corner of the parking lot and take pictures secretly, just like Van Nistelrooy did last time.
Alan handed over a gray, blue and white checkered handkerchief: "Wipe your tears, you have to get back to the car later."
Rooney rolled his eyes to the sky when he heard that. He also kicked Alan with strong revenge and did not hide it at all - that's it? If you ask me, nothing is better than his comfort!
"Why did you kick Alan?" Cristiano had just taken Alan's handkerchief when he saw Rooney's little move.
Rooney: "...He just kicked me!"
"I didn't see it." Cristiano lowered his head and wiped his eyes, saying in a muffled voice.
Alan raised the corner of his mouth slightly.
Cristiano added: "You must have done something."
Rooney: ...Is there no one to take care of it?
Ferdinand and Neville also laughed silently. Rooney rolled his eyes and told himself in his heart that he should not reason with a crybaby. Since Ronnie was almost dehydrated from crying, he should be more generous.
He stepped forward and gave Cristiano a hug: "Forget it, just ignore what I said. Okay, Ronnie, don't fight your luck. In my eyes, at least you performed much better than Ramos in this game."
——Ramos is the MVP of this game.
Ferdinand nodded in agreement. If Fabregas hadn't been so lucky with the penalty kick at the end, who knows who would be celebrating in the locker room right now.
Ramos sneezed loudly in the locker room.
"Who's thinking about me? It must be Chris," he said.
Pike's closet was next to his, and then he heard an obvious vomiting sound coming from next door.
Ramos closed the closet door and saw Pique rolling his eyes at him.
Ramos: “…”
Go away Gerard. He mouthed to the Catalan next to him.
Cristiano and Ferdinand chatted for a while in the parking lot, and finally each of them gave each other a tight hug, which completed the task of coaxing people. At least Cristiano stopped crying.
"I have to go back now," Cristiano whispered, kissing everyone's neck. "Thank you."
"What are you talking about? Go back and have a good rest. Don't think too much. You are the best, understand?" Ferdinand put his hands on Cristiano's ears, patted the Portuguese's cheek, stared into those eyes, and waited until Cristiano gave him an affirmative nod before he let go of his hands with satisfaction.
Neville watched Cristiano board the bus and suddenly turned his head to Ferdinand and said, "You made his face red, did you know that?"
Ferdinand paused, then defended: "It's red."
Neville spread his hands and said nothing.
Alan glanced at the two men and couldn't stand the fact that their attention was focused on something strange.
"He didn't seem to return your handkerchief." Rooney tilted his head and said to Alan.
Alan: "...Do I look like I need a handkerchief?"
"That's right, he looks like he needs it more." Rooney shrugged.
Cristiano boarded the bus and his teammates laughed at the handkerchief in his hand.
Coentrao pointed at the handkerchief and laughed: "What English people are like, they actually carry handkerchiefs with them??"
"Maybe it was specially prepared for Chris. After all, Chris will cry whether he wins or loses." Carvalho joked.
Cristiano covered his face with a handkerchief to show that he didn't want to deal with the group anymore.
The coach finally got on the bus and looked at the Portuguese players who had regained their spirits. The corners of his mouth twitched.
"We lost, but we're not dead." Nani muttered softly, then Cristiano looked at him and he shut up obediently.
The group returned to the hotel, where they will rest for one night and leave Donetsk tomorrow.
Cristiano returned to the hotel, and as soon as Pepe opened the door of the hotel room, he was frightened and screamed: "Who are you!?"
Cristiano was startled by Pepe and almost jumped up on the spot: "What's wrong?"
He peeked over from behind Pepe and discovered that there was a little boy in their room.
Cristiano quickly noticed that the exhaust vent above their ceiling had been moved, and apparently that's where the boy had crawled in.
"Please, please, Cristiano, I like you so much, please don't report me, okay?" The little boy ran up and hugged Cristiano's thighs tightly, happily and nervously.
Pepe was stunned. It was the first time he had seen such a situation. Cristiano quickly closed the door of the room. This floor was booked by the Portuguese team. As soon as the boy walked out of the door, the security guard would immediately discover his behavior of sneaking in, and he would definitely be severely punished and held accountable.
He looked at the boy helplessly. He remembered that there seemed to be a little Hungarian boy who sneaked in after a game. He wondered if it was the same boy in front of him.
"Then go back quietly to where you came from. I won't tell anyone, but don't do this next time, okay?" Cristiano patiently separated the little guy's hands. He bent down and touched the child's soft hair, feeling a little funny and helpless.
"Okay Chris." The little boy replied softly, "Can you take a picture with me?"
Cristiano nodded.
The boy happily took out his cell phone and took the photo with satisfaction. Then he stepped on the chairs and the table and returned to the ventilation duct. Cristiano even stood there with his arms outstretched in worry, and only felt relieved when he saw the child crawling in like a monkey.
"Thank you Chris! I like you so much!" The little boy waved with his cell phone.
Cristiano waved back, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "Oh my God...be careful little one."
He covered his forehead with his hands, and when he saw the boy leave, he stepped on a chair and pressed the small window of the vent back.
"This is crazy..." Pepe said, "Damn it, these kids are really crazy!"
"What can you do with them? They like you." Cristiano smiled and patted Pepe's shoulder. "Can I use the bathroom first?"
"Go ahead." Pepe shook his head.
He then realized belatedly that it was just a fan who liked Cristiano. If it was an extreme anti-Christiano, it would have been very dangerous.
He had to let the security know about this and step up their vigilance.
The concerned defender quickly opened the door and went out to warn.
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With Portugal out of the competition, the media started to pick up the topic again -
#Does Ronaldo's performance deserve the status of a national team leader? #
#Is this a European Cup that the Portuguese should be happy about? #
This kind of public opinion storm reached its climax after Spain lifted the European Cup trophy.
The Spanish media naturally praised their own national team and took the opportunity to criticize neighboring Portugal, while the media in the Barcelona area took the opportunity to bring up the topic between Messi and Ronaldo.
"Messi doesn't need to worry about anything, he just needs to have a good vacation!"
"Portugal wanted to build a team with Ronaldo as the core like Mourinho did, but they failed."
"Portugal lost the European Championship. Is there still hope for Ronaldo and Messi to compete for the Golden Ball?"
“…”
Retired players also became the focus of interviews. Frenchman Zidane simply avoided the question and answered: "I still remember that I talked about Ronaldo during the 2006 World Cup. At that time, everyone talked about the red card incident and how he always cried on the field. I said he would be a dark horse and he was growing up very fast. Now I still give the same answer. Maybe I have to say that you must be careful of Ronaldo on the field, always be careful. This is my advice."
Even Maradona, who coached the club league after retirement, was asked this question. Unexpectedly, Maradona did not answer directly, or support his national team juniors as expected, but said -
"Some players are touched by a magic wand, you know what I mean? The Portuguese should build a statue of Ronaldo in Lisbon. Three goals, four posts, what more do you want? He has shown that he is the best player in the country and in the world."
Of course, he mentioned Messi as well.
"We in Argentina are very proud that Messi is Argentine. But the other one is a beast. I really wish he was Argentine."
Maradona's answer obviously pushed this public opinion war to its climax.
Far across the Channel, the English media were also paying attention to this war without gunpowder.
Neville, who has retired and become a football commentator, said on the show: "One Cristiano Ronaldo is much more threatening than the entire England attack. I won't say whether the other one can do such a threat, but we may all have our own answers in our hearts."
"Is there any doubt? He is already playing almost as well for his country as he did for his club, he has become an increasingly balanced leader and I think he should be in contention for the Ballon d'Or this year."
Cristiano didn't pay any extra attention to these media. He didn't need to read them to know what some media that hated him would say after he failed. It would be better for him to spend another half an hour in the gym instead of paying attention to them.
But when he picked up his phone, a chat pop-up window forced him to watch Neville's interview.
[Rooney: Gary's show, we talked about Ronnie]
[Kean: I saw it, it’s well said]
[Neville: Tsk, Roy really cares about me]
[Kean: I only watched this part]
[Neville: …]
[Ferdinand: You are as sharp as ever. Humph, our team is not that bad, right? 】
Rooney: That’s it.
Alan: It’s not that good.
[Rooney: If a striker gets two yellow cards and one red card, don’t say anything]
Alan: ...
Cristiano had to say he was more surprised than happy, he didn't expect Neville to say that.
[Neville: I'm just expressing my feelings. I'm sorry if I made you sad.]
[Rooney: ...I want to fight]
[Ferdinand: Don’t be too gentle]
After Neville's opening remarks, more media in England naturally sided with Cristiano.
After all, Cristiano came from them. They watched Cristiano grow up, become a superstar, and shine in the football world. As for the other one, forget it.
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