Chapter 31
Cristiano originally wanted to take advantage of the right atmosphere and ask for a sticky kiss.
But soon, he had to distract himself to pay attention to the system that suddenly spoke in his mind—
[The system detects that the stability of both parties' souls has increased. Reward: Virtual space expansion, new space added: training ground. The system will be updated and maintained 24 hours a day.
Cristiano blinked slightly in surprise. He touched the back of his ear and immediately put the thought of kissing behind his mind. He couldn't help but get excited: "Kaka, what do you think will be the difference between our training ground and the club's training ground?"
The physiotherapy room had already given them enough surprises, but what about the training ground? Cristiano has high expectations for this.
"We'll know the day after tomorrow." Kaka kissed Cristiano behind the ear.
Cristiano shuddered slightly, then bent down: "Okay, let's study this after our game is over."
He muttered, "I really don't know what standard the system's stability is based on. I really want to get a grand slam in one go and unlock all those spaces and the like."
Kaka chuckled when he heard this, which was very consistent with Cristiano's personality.
He closed his eyes and thought that perhaps he had some understanding of the rules and standards of the system.
Their souls rise steadily because they understand and support each other without reservation. They trust each other completely with the most defenseless attitude, hug each other when they are at their lowest, and pull each other out of the quagmire. Their souls are in high harmony at this moment.
And this moment was when their souls became more closely connected, just as he had felt before.
Kaka really liked this quiet and peaceful hug. He lowered his head and rubbed it affectionately before letting go.
"I'm going to take a shower." He let go of the young lover in his arms and said softly.
"Do you want me to accompany you?" Cristiano looked over with the corner of his mouth curled up teasingly, his eyes examining Kaka's strong body tightly wrapped in a suit.
A well-fitting black suit and trousers, a white shirt that seemed a little too small, and a light blue tie that was meticulously groomed by the owner.
To be honest, the longer Cristiano felt that his lover stayed in Italy, the more he felt that he had some Italian mafia flavor - a little dangerous, but sexy as hell.
Cristiano's eyes fell on the pair of trousers again. The bulge in his lover's belly was quite heavy, and it could be seen even through the trousers.
He paused, and finally looked away. In view of the upcoming important game, Cristiano considered his buttocks, waist and thighs and decided not to provoke him: "Just kidding, I'm done, I'm going to sleep first."
He took a deep breath, lifted the quilt, turned over and crawled into it, as if a small hill had appeared on the bed.
Kaka shook his head helplessly: "Cris, you are too foul, a yellow card warning."
That look was like wanting to strip his clothes off step by step, but suddenly stopping just when she was about to unzip his trousers to release her desire.
——Even though they all knew in their hearts that there was nothing they could do.
"Hmph." A nasal sound came from the small bulge in the bed, "Card Master? Kaka? Then you should give yourself one too, it's only fair."
Kaka raised the corner of his mouth.
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Champions League quarter-final second leg.
There was a light rain on the Apennine Peninsula, but this could not extinguish the bustling crowd at San Siro.
This time at AC Milan’s home stadium, a huge TIFO was set up at San Siro.
On the left half of the stadium is a huge puzzle of the No. 22 jersey of AC Milan, the Prince of San Siro, and on the right half is Shevchenko. The twin stars of AC Milan are facing the Red Devils at home, so naturally they have to give them enough space.
Cristiano stood in the middle of the field, squinting his eyes slightly and looking around, while the fans on the field booed them loudly.
He curled his lips imperceptibly and pulled the corners of his mouth open nonchalantly.
The referee blew the battle horn, and the San Siro Stadium turned into a huge arena in an instant.
Manchester United wore white away jerseys, while AC Milan wore their usual red and black striped home jerseys, creating a striking visual impact between the two teams.
Less than seven minutes into the game, Kaka launched a direct shot towards Manchester United's goal, but goalkeeper Van der Sar dived and confiscated the ball.
Cristiano glanced at Kaka, Seedorf and Kaka made a gesture, and the two of them talked quickly.
He remembered that in the previous life's game, Milan scored twice in the first half, which directly shattered their fighting spirit. In the end, they were shut out with a tragic result of 3-0 and missed the ticket to the next game.
Cristiano took several deep and quick breaths, but he couldn't do that this time.
AC Milan's defenders guarded him very tightly, and both passes from his teammates were tackled away under his feet. Cristiano had to seek more opportunities for himself and change his strategy.
He looked for Van Nistelrooy on the field, and soon the two of them met eyes in tacit understanding.
Cristiano retracted his gaze and looked at Gattuso who was guarding him in front of him. He made a fancy left and right move and suddenly accelerated to make a diagonal pass, successfully passing Gattuso in front of him. He knocked the ball and quickly sent it to Van Nistelrooy's feet. At the same time, he lost his balance and fell heavily to the ground.
Cristiano didn't care about the pain when his wrist touched the ground. His eyes followed the ball and he saw Van Nistelrooy kick the ball and it went into the net!
One to zero!
"GOOOOOAL! Van Nistelrooy shoots! Ronaldo assists! Manchester United Red Devils are the first to open the score!" The commentator shouted, "In the first half of the game, both sides tried to shoot many times but to no avail! But in the 36th minute, at Milan's home stadium San Siro! Manchester United Red Devils actually grabbed a point first! The pressure was put on the home team!"
Cristiano suddenly jumped up from the ground. Van Nistelrooy ran towards him. Cristiano jumped onto Van Nistelrooy's waist, grinned and waved his arms vigorously: "Beautiful!"
Fanny held up the boy's excited face and squeezed it hard, then pushed it back with joy: "Good pass!"
Before Cristiano could respond, they were surrounded by other teammates to celebrate. Cristiano found Kaka through Manchester United's wall. He winked at Kaka and gave him a look - look, he did it again and changed the score.
Kaka wiped his face, his attention was on Chris. Facing the other's high spirits, he curled the corners of his mouth slightly.
"This guy..." Seedorf took a breath and felt that the number seven on the opposite side was provoking him.
Kaka patted Seedorf on the shoulder and encouraged him: "We still have time, we will win."
Inzaghi and Nesta looked at each other. After the strange conversation the day before, they looked at Cristiano again and always had a strange and indescribable mentality. They quickly shook their heads and threw away the speculation about Kaka's partner.
The rain at San Siro made the game even more difficult. As time went on, the grass became more and more slippery, greatly increasing the obstacles to running.
In the second half, Cristiano's shots went wide of the goal post several times, and the grass under his feet caused him to slip frequently. His wrist, which had been a little sore from the previous time he landed on the ground, was ignored because of the surprise of the goal, but now the pain returned.
He couldn't help but grin and wrinkle his features. It was just a wrist problem. It wouldn't affect his competition. He could still run even with a broken wrist. Cristiano once again ran diligently on the field, bringing the entire left sideline to life.
Van Nistelrooy received the pass again and ran quickly with the ball, but Cafu decisively tackled Van Nistelrooy when he was about to threaten the penalty area.
Van Nistelrooy fell to the ground in pain, but the referee did not blow the whistle immediately until the ball was intercepted again to end the attack.
Cristiano was closest to Van Nistelrooy, Cafu and the referee. He rushed to the referee immediately to make a complaint and request on behalf of his teammates.
Seeing this, Cafu pulled Cristiano back and said, "Come on, kid, I touched the ball. The fact that the referee didn't blow the whistle says it all. Tell your teammates to get up quickly and don't waste time."
Cristiano was pulled, and after hearing the other party's nonchalant attitude, he pushed the other party forward in dissatisfaction. If it weren't for the pain in his wrist, he could have used more force. He whispered angrily: "What did you say?!"
Cafu raised his eyebrows. Cristiano's push was as gentle as a feather. Rather than a fight or provocation, it was more like a cat throwing a tantrum. It was the first time he encountered such a "physical confrontation". He shrugged and spread his hands with amusement, and had no intention of continuing to argue with Chris.
Nesta noticed the commotion on the referee's side and immediately rushed over from outside the half, but he didn't expect that the person at the center of the action was actually Kaka's friend.
He twitched his lips and simply raised his hand to signal Cristiano not to interfere.
Cristiano frowned in displeasure, but was soon dragged to the back row by his teammates. Giggs grabbed his wrist and pulled him back: "Why are you squeezing in the middle? Are you feeling bad from the last fight? The boss is staring at you!"
Cristiano sucked in a breath and groaned. Giggs happened to pull his sprained hand, and his face suddenly showed pain.
Giggs was startled and quickly let go of his hand: "What's going on?"
"Nothing." Cristiano quickly pursed his lips to hide his expression, "I was stretched."
Giggs nodded when he heard this and said, "Stay aside or go check on Van Nistelrooy."
Cristiano had no choice but to respond. He saw his lover striding towards him from the front. Cristiano was like a deflated ball, pursing his lips and looking at Van Nistelrooy behind him.
Van Nistelrooy had a calf strain and the team doctor was doing some temporary treatment. Cristiano took a look and simply took out a bottle of water from the backpack brought by the team doctor to rinse his mouth.
Kaka saw that there was nothing wrong with the referee, so he walked over to Cristiano and whispered, "How are you?"
"I'm fine." Cristiano answered under the guise of drinking water. He shrugged his shoulders and said, "I was dragged out again anyway. It always happens like this."
Kaka laughed subconsciously when he heard his lover's complaint, although he quickly realized that he shouldn't have done so.
He coughed lightly and found a pertinent reason: "You are the forward of the team, no one wants to take the risk of you getting a card."
"Hmm." Cristiano agreed with this reason, and Sir Alex Ferguson also told him the same thing.
He habitually handed the water in his hand to Kaka, and Kaka subconsciously took it to rinse his mouth. It was not until the fans on the sidelines made a noise that the two realized what they had done.
"Damn it..." Cristiano opened his eyes slightly, showing a rare trace of panic.
Kaka paused for a moment, then quickly regained his composure. He calmly returned the cup to Cristiano and patted him on the shoulder: "It's nothing, don't make a fuss."
Cristiano nodded imperceptibly. He thought to himself that it was really nothing. It had happened before, and he couldn't have a guilty conscience.
The game resumed soon.
Once back in the game, Cristiano returned to his most comfortable state. He put the previous episode behind him and only focused on the only black and white spirit on the field.
The ball was snatched away and quickly passed to Kaka's feet.
Kaka dribbled the ball quickly to create distance, and a long pass through the midfield was accurately passed to the feet of his teammate, and he then amazingly crossed the midfield.
A teammate passed the ball to Seedorf, who jumped up!
"Seedorf jumped up and headed the ball into the penalty area! Kaka ran into the position! Kaka volleyed the ball! Goal!!" The commentator jumped up, "The ball passed through the fingers of Manchester United goalkeeper Van der Sar! The score is tied!"
"There are less than twenty minutes left in the game! Both sides have enough time to score another goal and widen the score!"
The fans in the stadium cheered loudly for the goal, held up their banners and sang the song that belonged to them, the Prince of San Siro.
Kaka pointed his fingers at the sky where the rain was falling and ran happily.
He looked at Cristiano, and Chris's gaze also turned over at this moment. When their eyes met, Cristiano smiled subconsciously - the quality of that ball was really good, both in terms of coordination and timing. Even if they were opponents and even if they were not lovers, he would want to applaud for it.
It was raining heavily at San Siro and Cristiano wiped his face vigorously.
He looked at his teammates. After playing in the rain for more than 70 minutes, everyone had fallen on the field countless times and was covered in mud. Now that the opponent had scored a goal, their previous 70 minutes of running instantly became a waste of effort.
Neville and several young defenders looked a little confused, as if they had not reacted to how the opponent had broken through their defense and scored into their goal.
Captain Keane looked unhappy. He was shouting loudly and organizing the team on the field.
But AC Milan's shot seemed to awaken the sleeping beast. Their attacking speed suddenly became efficient and orderly, even more amazing than in the first half!
On the other hand, Manchester United's defenders and midfielders were like confused loose sand, and their defense was once again penetrated by Kaka!
"Ronaldo rushed back from the midfield! Kaka kicked the ball to Seedorf! Seedorf shot from outside the penalty area! The ball went in again!!!"
"Two to one! AC Milan scored another goal in the final injury time! They almost secured the victory!"
Cristiano was gasping for breath on his knees, the rain soaking his entire body. The thin white jersey was almost translucent covering the young man's body which was not thin but not too strong. He bit his lips in annoyance and closed his eyes tightly, but he was just a little bit short of closing it.
"The referee blew the whistle! The game is over, AC Milan vs. Manchester United 2-1! This way, AC Milan will get a ticket to the next game with a total score of 3-2! Congratulations to AC Milan!"
None of Manchester United's main players were in the mood to do anything at the moment, and no one had the energy to comfort their teammates. They all needed to calm down the frustration and pain of failure on their own.
Cristiano was thankful that the heavy rain could completely cover the tears on his face. He didn't like losing. Even though he was mentally prepared, he felt that he should have run faster this time. He should have returned to defend Seedorf's goal, but he didn't.
He lowered his head and pursed his lips. Not long after, a hand appeared in his peripheral vision. He looked up and saw Kaka running out from the celebrating crowd and reaching out his hand to him, just like he did before.
Cristiano reached out his hand, and the two of them gently crossed their hands and patted each other before letting go. Kaka didn't say much, but just looked at Cristiano until Cristiano nodded slightly at him, then he looked away.
Back in the locker room, the atmosphere was even more suffocating. They had lost the game, and their performance in the second half was as bad as sleepwalking. Keane walked in with a sullen face, saying nothing. No one dared to confront the iron-blooded captain at this time.
Post-match interviews are an indispensable part after every game. The media loves to dig out contradictions and conflicts at this time, and this time, their target is Manchester United.
Keane was pointed at by several microphones, and the reporter asked: "Kean, what do you think is the reason why Manchester United lost the qualification for the next game this time? What do you think of the team's performance in this game?"
Keane grabbed the microphone and said coldly: "You saw the game, do you need me to say more? As captain, I did not create the best means for the team to win. Our defenders did not play the role they should have played, and the midfielders failed to organize a decent attack. Even the forwards were repeatedly fouled by the opponent!"
He was like a lit firecracker, "blasting" almost all of the players in the team, from the oldest to the young main players, and mercilessly pointing out the problems they had tonight.
The reporter noticed that there was a person whose name did not appear in Keane's answer, so he asked: "What about Ronaldo?"
"He contributed the only assist today. You saw him running all over the field. His running distance was the longest among all of us. His speed of returning to defense was even faster than anyone else. What else do you want to hear from me?" Keane asked the reporter with a cold face. After he finished speaking, he left the field directly.
Cristiano, who was mentioned by Keane, is currently being treated by the team doctor. After the game, he sought help from the team doctor to check the condition of his wrist. Fortunately, it was just a sprain. Although it was a little troublesome, it was not serious.
He sat quietly in his seat, watching his wrists being wrapped with circles of white bandages. The cold pain-relieving spray on his wrists reduced the pain a lot.
The team doctor breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, it hasn't gotten worse. You should have informed us immediately."
Cristiano shrugged and said nothing more.
The team doctor was used to this kind of reaction. He put away his things and said, "Okay, you can go to the post-match interview. They all went."
Cristiano stood up after hearing this, then suddenly remembered something a little later: "Is the captain gone?"
"Um."
Cristiano cursed and ran quickly to the back mining area.
In his memory, Keane left Manchester United after he criticized all the players in the team, but he actually forgot about it.
Old Trafford only needs one king to the outside world, and that is Sir Alex Ferguson. Keane can be the commander-in-chief on the field, but off the field, Ferguson's authority cannot be challenged. The series of attacks in the post-match interview not only expanded the conflict, but also challenged Ferguson's authority - whether Keane intended it or not.
When Cristiano ran to the back area, Keane had already left and he realized he was too late.
The media reporters would not let Cristiano go, and all the microphones were pointed at him:
"Manchester United lost to AC Milan, what do you think about this?"
"We all saw you and AC Milan's Kaka sharing a bottle of water on the field. In such a tense game, your relationship seems to be too good?"
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