Chapter 291
The Portuguese's goal that reversed the score made Real Madrid go wild!
The teammates who ran up excitedly jumped directly onto Cristiano's waist, not giving the Portuguese any chance to run back and grab the ball to kick off.
Even the usually calm and steady Germans could not hide their excitement and hung on Cristiano's back, shouting excitedly. Marcelo cleverly pounced on Kaka and patted Cristiano's cheek through Kaka.
The Portuguese was quickly surrounded by his teammates, with people hanging all over his body and behind him.
On the Barcelona side, Messi and his teammates stood with their hands on their hips, breathing heavily, and glanced at the celebrating Real Madrid.
Puyol pursed his lips and shouted loudly: "Come on! They only have ten players! We have one more player than them! We can come back! There are still ten minutes left in the game! That's enough!"
Macy suppressed the strong urge to vomit that was beginning to rise in her throat again.
He wanted to score a goal, at least one in the final against Cristiano.
But his physical strength was almost exhausted. His physical strength has always been poor. He usually saves his strength in the first half to use in the second half. But Cristiano is like an immortal robot. Facing the opponent is like facing his weak spot. His saving of strength seems meaningless.
But he knows he can still help the team.
"Messi passed Varane and Pepe! He brought the ball into the penalty area! He shot! The ball was saved!"
Messi closed his eyes in annoyance, but then he heard a scream from the field and he immediately realized that the ball was still in their control.
He quickly opened his eyes and saw Xavi quickly steal the ball and then pass it to Neymar.
Neymar stopped the ball flexibly and then shot it cleverly!
The ball hit the dead corner!
"Neymar shoots! The ball goes in!"
"Barcelona equalized the score!! It's amazing!!! Less than five minutes after Real Madrid's comeback, Barcelona equalized the score!!"
Wembley Stadium was full of ups and downs that night, and the entire fan stand was fully awake and excited by the two consecutive goals.
"It looks like the game is about to enter an extremely brutal penalty shootout! This will be a moment that will test the players' mentality and abilities! But it will also be the most exciting moment!"
The commentator spoke quickly, saying that there were less than three minutes left until the end of overtime, and Real Madrid still wanted to score another goal despite being one man short, which could only be described as a miracle.
As we all know, miracles are called miracles because they almost never happen.
But this is not limited to Cristiano Ronaldo.
"Let's take a look at Real Madrid's attack this time! Very fast! Real Madrid was still able to launch such a fast counterattack until the last moment of overtime! This must rely on the speed of Ronaldo and Kaka!"
"Kroos's long pass was accurately given to Ronaldo, and Ronaldo and Kaka cooperated twice to successfully pass the ball past the defender! Beautiful cooperation between the twin stars of Real Madrid!"
"Ronaldo passed the ball to Kaka, and then he quickly advanced into the penalty area! Benzema! Bale! Following closely behind! Real Madrid's front trident combination all pressed forward! This is the final round of attack!"
Kaka calmly handled the ball at his feet. He met Cristiano's eyes and knew that Cristiano trusted him, just as he only trusted Cristiano to handle the final attack.
The next second, he passed the ball into the penalty area without hesitation!
"Ronaldo jumped high! Barcelona's defender pulled Ronaldo from behind! Ronaldo's jump was blocked!"
"The ball brushed past Ronaldo's back and hit Zambrotta's arm, forming a curved line!"
“Is this handball??!”
For a moment, all the broadcasting rooms that were broadcasting the event were in an uproar.
"Let's watch the replay!"
"Kaka crosses the ball, Ronaldo jumps forward!"
"Barcelona's defender Zambrotta did reach out and pull! Look carefully! His hand was even stuck on Ronaldo's neck! This is not just a foul of pulling from behind! Is this a chokehold foul!?"
"The ball hit Zambrotta's arm directly, and Zambrotta reflexively pulled his elbow back after being hit! I wonder if it will be judged as handball?"
But whether it was a handball or a defensive foul in the penalty area, these two almost stepped on the penalty line!
Everyone on the field was holding their breath waiting for the referee's decision.
The players from both teams gathered around the referee, while Cristiano stood outside the crowd. He took a deep breath. Kaka stood beside him. Kaka put his arm around his shoulders and hugged him slightly, waiting for the final decision from the referee.
"The referee points to the penalty spot!! It's a penalty!! And Zambrotta gets a straight red card!!"
The field is boiling again!
This is the last moment of overtime! Real Madrid faced a life-or-death penalty!
Cristiano took a deep breath as he stood on the penalty spot, knowing that he would decide the fate of Real Madrid.
Kaka held his shoulders and hugged him, leaned over and covered his mouth in his ear and said: "Cris, no one is more likely to score this penalty than you, so it belongs to you. Go Cris, don't worry about anything, I'm here, we will embrace the result together, whether it is good or bad."
He said and kissed the top of the Portuguese's head before retreating to the backcourt where he waited.
Kroos also walked back from the referee. He walked past Cristiano, who was adjusting his breathing. He paused slightly, smiled and said to Cristiano: "I know you can do it, but even if you make a mistake, nothing will happen."
Cristiano nodded, Kroos stayed beside him, bent down and adjusted his socks, and then walked away slowly, as if this was just an ordinary penalty moment, not a matter of life and death.
Cristiano nodded slightly. He said to himself in his heart, this is the time, this is the ball, let's complete it -
"Now all the pressure is on Ronaldo! Even though we are so far away, we can still hear the noisy cheers from Wembley Stadium! Handling the penalty kick under such pressure is really nerve-wracking!"
"Okay, Ronaldo, put the ball on the penalty spot, ready!"
"Ronaldo runs up! Change speed—shoot!!"
"The goalkeeper was completely fooled!! The ball hit the net straight away like a heavy artillery bullet!! Real Madrid once again successfully reversed the score!! 3-2!!"
"The last minute of extra time! Cristiano Ronaldo scored the winning goal!!"
The referee blew the final whistle one minute later and the game was over! !
As the whistle sounded, signaling the end of the game, all the Real Madrid players and staff on the sidelines swarmed onto the field and rushed towards the Portuguese in the center of the field!
"Real Madrid has won their fifth consecutive Champions League trophy!! This will be an unprecedented and difficult-to-surpass record of five titles since the Champions League was reformed!!!"
"Ronaldo also became the first player to score in five consecutive Champions League finals! The King of the Champions League!"
"Cristiano Ronaldo has scored 17 goals in this Champions League and assisted another goal, surpassing Neymar to top the assists list! He has become the top scorer and top assists player in this Champions League!!"
"Tonight's Wembley Stadium witnessed the birth of a record, and also witnessed the fall of the former La Liga champions!"
"Ronaldo led a team of ten people to achieve a stunning comeback and defeat their arch-rivals Barcelona!"
After celebrating with his teammates, Cristiano ran to the stands again. He hugged Ferguson, Keane, Giggs and others, and threw himself into the crowd as if he was throwing himself into the crowd. He knew Keane and others would hug and catch him.
Then he found Figo and Guardiola, with Figo going right past Guardiola and giving his boy a tight, full hug, his palm almost covering the back of Cristiano's head.
"Chris, you are making history, you will become a legend." Figo kissed Cristiano's ear, smiled and said in a deep voice, "I am so glad that I can witness all this, and I am so glad that Portugal has you."
Cristiano's ears turned red because of Figo's words. Before he could answer Figo, he heard Guardiola muttering in amazement: "Oh, Ronaldo can actually blush? This is really big news!"
Cristiano: “…”
Figo laughed and pushed Guardiola: "Go to hell, don't mess with him."
Guardiola shrugged his shoulders, smiled, and then extended his hand to Cristiano: "Congratulations, Ronaldo."
"Thank you." Cristiano curled his eyes.
…
Real Madrid's parade floats and celebrations for their five consecutive championships were all prepared in advance - they didn't need all this pomp, but they couldn't make any mistakes when they needed it - and Real Madrid's heroes also took a special flight back to Madrid directly after the award ceremony.
During the day there is a parade of floats. The five-time consecutive championship float is as magnificent and grand as a moving castle. From day to night, the entire streets of Madrid are almost passed by floats over and over again.
Even so, the fans still responded with the most enthusiastic cheers and welcome.
Cristiano knew that this would most likely be the last time he would celebrate the championship glory with his Real Madrid teammates on this parade float, and he always wanted to leave as much valuable content as possible from this parade.
During the day they gave speeches and thank-you speeches at the top of the rooftop of the Harvest Goddess Square, and then returned to the floats, where they continued singing and dancing, almost without stopping for a moment.
For the first time, Cristiano realized that even celebrating the championship could be so tiring. Even when the camera on the parade float was pointed at his face, he was too lazy to put on a spirited expression to deal with it.
At night, the parade floats slowly drove towards the destination of the celebration from a distance. Cristiano lazily found a corner of the float and sat down, resting his chin on his hand and squinting his eyes, watching Ramos and Marcelo who were still waving their club scarves excitedly.
Kaka took the bottle and sat over, handing it to Cristiano: "Tired?"
"Aren't you tired?" Cristiano unscrewed the bottle cap and took several gulps of water, then casually placed it beside him and said in a low voice, "When I think about the big celebration later, I feel even more tired. I really want to faint."
Kaka laughed softly, holding Cristiano's cheeks with both hands and laughing: "No, you don't want to faint, otherwise the headlines of the next day, no, the headlines of the next two weeks will be this."
Cristiano put all the weight of his head on Kaka's palm and laughed: "That's a nightmare."
"Yes, it's a nightmare." Kaka nodded.
His thumb stroked the soft skin of Cristiano's cheek, and he narrowed his eyes and looked at his lover intently. He knew that Cristiano was standing at the front of two forks and was faced with making a choice.
As for himself, he had already made his decision.
He still remembers his initial promise to Cristiano, that they both wanted to achieve the best moments of their player careers as much as possible, and staying in Real Madrid, he did achieve beautiful and brilliant results with the team, but the personal performance he wanted could not be reflected in Real Madrid, which has no shortage of talented midfielders and attacking midfielders.
Cristiano looked at Kaka and smiled. He lowered his head and rubbed Kaka's palm inadvertently.
"I drank a little, just a little." Cristiano whispered as he rubbed Kaka's palm, then grinned a sly smile, like a cat doing a mischief, and said, "In the next period of time, I think I need that little bit of alcohol."
Kaka nodded when he heard this, and he still stroked Cristiano's face, as if it was a silent support.
The Portuguese looked a little tipsy. He turned to the bustling crowd and waved his Real Madrid scarf lazily.
Ramos ran over and called out to Cristiano: "Don't just sit here, Chris!"
Cristiano took the water bottle at hand, drank a sip of water, then put it back, held it in his mouth, puffed his lips lazily and looked at Ramos, which meant he was refusing to socialize.
Ramos was amused. He also drank a lot of wine and sang a lot of songs. Now he stopped for a few minutes and suddenly understood Cristiano's tiredness.
He wiped the sweat off his face and stood beside Cristiano, shushing: "But don't tell me, this is not any easier than the game. My throat is about to smoke!"
Cristiano grinned, holding his chin and looking at Ramos. It was obvious that the Real Madrid captain had consumed a lot of alcohol tonight. Although it was not too obvious on his face, people who knew him well could tell that he was a little drunk just by looking at his eyes.
"You drank too much." Cristiano said to him, covering his mouth.
Ramos looked at Cristiano and said, "Didn't you drink a little too?"
Cristiano paused.
Ramos then said: "We all need some alcohol tonight."
Cristiano said nothing more and spread his hands without comment.
"But you're right, I did drink maybe a little too much." Ramos saw Cristiano stopped talking, so he thought for a moment and said, "It's probably only as much as a fingernail." He smiled and grabbed the bottle of sparkling mineral water Cristiano had just been drinking, "Just drink some water to dilute it."
Cristiano sneered and looked at Ramos, too lazy to emphasize that it was his water. Ramos was right next to him when he was drinking water just now. Obviously, the other party didn't mind such small details. But he still looked at Ramos a few more times, simply thinking that their captain was not that smart.
What if alcohol could be diluted by drinking water? Their captain was a little silly as always.
Cristiano lowered his head and smiled.
Ramos saw Cristiano smiling, and the uneasy feeling in his heart was still beating, and it was not diluted by the fact that the Portuguese did not look abnormal.
He only found out today that Cristiano still has not renewed his contract with the club.
A voice in his heart told him that the Portuguese were about to leave and that he had gained enough glory here.
wrong. There was another voice in his mind arguing that the Portuguese wanted to leave because he was not given enough respect here, whether it was the club, the fans, or the Spanish media.
Ramos still remembers that after they beat Bayern in the semi-finals and got a ticket to the final, the media reporters who broke into the field pointed the microphone at Cristiano and laughed and teased him -
"The fans won't boo you this time, right?"
"I beg the fans not to boo me anymore, because I am always giving my all, as always." He was right next to them and saw the Portuguese player pursing his lips to reveal a helpless and a little tired smile.
There was also the previous incident involving Blatter's commander. He did not see Florentino's methods. He knew very well what Florentino could do. Their chairman was enough to reverse public opinion before such an important moment as the Golden Globe Awards, but he did not. He let it go, like a trivial threat, or a warning.
Ramos knew very well that it was Real Madrid that was pushing Cristiano away.
But they need Cristiano.
The club needs Cristiano, the team needs Cristiano, the fans need Cristiano, and he needs Cristiano too.
Ramos looked at Cristiano and opened his mouth, wanting to ask Cristiano about his next plans, such as whether they would continue to play football together?
But he neither spoke nor looked at Cristiano again as they entered the waiting area.
Coentrao and Pepe trotted over with the Portuguese flag and tied it around Cristiano's shoulders, making it look like a Superman cape.
Cristiano smiled and hugged his two national team teammates, and then heard his name announced by the broadcasting in the stadium with tens of thousands of people outside -
“Cristiaaaaano—Ronaldo!!”
Cristiano took a deep breath and trotted onto the stage.
All the players gathered in the center of the stage. On the huge screen were highlights of their beautiful cooperation during the season. They watched the epitome of their season together with the fans.
The audience burst into applause!
As the celebration was coming to an end, the players on the field took the microphone one by one and interacted with the fans as if they were giving speeches. But when it was Cristiano's turn, before he even took the microphone, there was a burst of screams and cheers from the audience that almost overturned the crowd.
Cristiano took the microphone and smiled. He had heard the warmest praise and cheers here, but also the worst and most vicious ridicule and sarcasm.
Fans love heroes.
Even when he has given everything for them and brought them success and glory, in the end they still want to see a hero. The hero's high spirits are good, but perhaps deep in the hearts of more people, what they want to see is a hero dying, struggling in thorns, and succumbing to unwillingness.
Cristiano took a deep breath, then exhaled gently, and picked up the microphone: "I need to say something to the fans, but what should I say?"
"Why don't we talk about our goals for next season?" the host joked.
Cristiano did not respond. He looked at the enthusiastic faces in the audience. The enthusiastic cheers and shouts seemed so real. He closed his eyes and smiled.
"Then it's about the fans."
"You always have such great enthusiasm in so many games. Your support in all the games, both before and after the games, has touched me a lot. It is you and all my teammates who have enabled me to keep improving and become the best I can in the world," said the Portuguese.
"Thank you, like I said before, your love makes me stronger, and the other part, of course, I know a fair portion of the fans will hate me, and the hate makes me more unstoppable."
As soon as he finished speaking, the screams, whistles and cheers from the fans below almost instantly rose into a huge wave of sound.
This resounding and extremely firm declaration was like a sharp flag, stabbing straight and sharply into the heart of Real Madrid.
Even if Cristiano leaves here, this city and this club will never be able to erase the traces and spirit he left here.
"That's it, it's all of us who made it impossible to lose the Champions League trophy, everyone here today! Thank you very much."
"Finally, let's shout together! 1, 2, 3! HALA MADRID!"
When he raised his arms and shouted this sentence loudly, it was as if he was back a few years ago when he had just stepped into the Bernabeu Stadium and was at the grand welcome ceremony.
"1, 2, 3! HALA MADRID!"
Cristiano closed his eyes and pushed down the dryness in his throat.
He is still proud of his experience playing for Real Madrid. This was his choice. He wanted to achieve what he missed in his previous life, and now he has achieved it.
They created the most glorious night in history.
Fireworks were set off in the sky.
The magnificent fireworks almost lit up the sky above the celebration into day.
Amid the shrill sounds of fireworks launching into the sky, Ramos also shouted along with the fans on the field, as if to vent the anxiety and panic in his heart.
Even though he knew it seemed to be of no help - the answer was already obvious when Cristiano answered the question irrelevantly.
"Long live Chris!! Long live the mother who gave birth to Chris!!"
"Cristiano! Stay!"
He continued to shout loudly, and the other players swarmed over, surrounded Cristiano, hugged him, jumped and shouted -
"Cristiano! Stay!"
Tens of thousands of fans in the stadium seemed to have received a signal, shouting for the Portuguese to stay from all directions, as if they could really keep him if they tried a little harder.
"Cristiano! Stay!" "Cristiano! Stay!" "Cristiano! Stay!"
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