Chapter 37
Cristiano is among the AC Milan fans.
To be honest, at least not in that crowd of red people. It would be a disaster if Manchester United's golden number seven appeared among the Liverpool fans.
He was comforting himself in his heart, planning to do the same to his agent who was about to go berserk, while trying to move out and save himself.
Those who were taking pictures with him were more like football fanatics than fans. They didn't care who it was, they only cared that they caught a football star who fell in the audience, and a famous one at that.
Cristiano is usually extraordinarily tolerant and patient with these fanatical fans, unless they go too far.
He patiently looked at the camera, nodded and smiled - he even took off his fake beard and returned to the beautiful and spirited Cristiano Ronaldo - while giving a few autographs and walking through the aisle of seats with difficulty and moving to the sidelines.
The security guards were also swimming upstream and had finally made contact with Cristiano, but they were followed by a group of excited reporters who were watching the situation.
By the time Cristiano was finally escorted to the safe area behind the field in a mess, his clothes were all wrinkled and there were several scratches on his arms. Kaka's club scarf was even torn.
Cristiano felt like he had escaped death.
"Ronaldo! Whose game are you here to watch?"
"AC Milan kicked you out of the Champions League, but you came to watch their cup game? Are you the only one?"
"How did you feel after seeing AC Milan win the trophy? Say something!"
“…”
Cristiano was blocked by a bunch of microphones. He expected this and knew that these paparazzi would never give up until they got an answer.
He stopped, cleared his throat, and looked up at the seven or eight microphones in front of him. Seeing this, the reporters all fell silent and waited expectantly for his answer.
"I came to watch AC Milan and I sat in their audience, obviously," Cristiano admitted. "I just got a holiday and came to watch an exciting and high-quality game. What's wrong with that?"
"Whether it was AC Milan or Liverpool, they both played at an absolute level. I admire the competitive spirit of these two teams."
Cristiano had almost answered, but the reporters didn't want to let him go.
Costa and Kaka finally crossed the crowd and came over, along with the rest of AC Milan's main players. Naturally, most of the reporters' attention was diverted to tonight's championship.
Cristiano breathed a sigh of relief. He quickly glanced at Kaka, grinned awkwardly, and quickly straightened the corners of his lips to avoid being caught by the tabloids again.
Shevchenko and Kaka are among the media reporters' favorite interviewees. Kaka intentionally or unintentionally blocked the microphones and cameras that were reaching out to Cristiano, and his tacit teammates immediately shared some of the responsibility when they saw this.
As soon as Costa found the opportunity, he pulled Cristiano out of the encirclement.
"You really make headlines wherever you go, don't you?" Costa glared at his national team friend with amusement and anger. "The big news tonight and tomorrow should have been about AC Milan and Kaka."
Cristiano touched the tip of his nose: "Kaka won't mind me sharing the headlines with him. Of course, your club can't say for sure."
Costa twitched his lips.
"You might as well think about what your club will think first," Costa said as he led Cristiano to their team bus and then returned to the locker room.
Cristiano subconsciously glanced at his phone when he heard this. His phone had been vibrating for several minutes.
He picked up the phone—it was Mendes’.
"Cristiano Ronaldo! Thank God you finally picked up the call from your poor agent! If you still remember that there is such a person as me!" Mendes' roar almost broke Cristiano's eardrums.
Cristiano said embarrassedly: "Oh Jorge, of course I remember you, didn't I call you right away?"
"If you had thought of me the first moment before doing this..." Mendes began.
Cristiano quickly interrupted the other party and said, "I just wanted to watch Kaka's game. I promise I didn't intend to cause such trouble. Jorge, dear, change your mindset, maybe there is nothing wrong with this?"
The agent was silent on the other end of the phone. After a while, he uttered a nasal sound: "Change your thinking? For example?"
"Of course it's up to you to think about it. I'm just offering a feasible solution," Cristiano replied.
Mendes: “…”
The agent on the other end of the phone took a deep breath. The money tree under his control was so confident that he had the urge to uproot the other party.
"Okay Mendes, I should report to Sir Alex. There's no rush for this. Aren't there enough negative news about me in the media? I can guess what they will say - Ronaldo showed up at the final to celebrate AC Milan's victory, and he is in the Premier League but his heart is in Serie A." Cristiano said before his agent could speak, "Get Kaka ready first. Tonight belongs to Kaka, you have to be ready."
Mendes almost laughed out loud at Cristiano's practiced tone: "Have you been through a lot? Are you numb?"
"And please rest assured, I have already made arrangements for Kaka. It would have been even better if you hadn't suddenly presented this unexpected surprise." Mendes responded stiffly and rolled his eyes - did he need a 19-year-old boy who was making headlines everywhere to tell him this?
Cristiano muttered and pouted his lips slightly. "Thanks, Jorge, your words are of no help to me."
He hung up and called Sir Alex Ferguson again.
While waiting for the call to be connected, he calculated the time difference in his mind. What time is it in Manchester now?
Never mind, the call has been connected.
"Hey Boss, good evening, maybe you're not asleep yet?" Cristiano coughed lightly, his voice obviously weak and without confidence.
Sir Alex Ferguson seemed to be able to see his golden boy's guilty smile on the other end of the phone. His anger seemed to have been mostly extinguished by a basin of water - but there was still a bit of it burning.
God knows when he saw the magnified face of his young player on the TV broadcast, his eyes went dark.
—It’s hard to tell whether it’s because of the other person’s presence there or because of the other person’s terrible and ridiculous fake beard.
The British are elegant to the end, except in football. But that doesn't mean Ferguson can accept such a terrible visual impact.
"Do you think I can sleep well? Ronaldo, everyone is paying attention to whether you are planning to transfer to Milan. Even the fat man Ancenotti sent me his concern and condolences. Do you think I can sleep well?" Ferguson asked back.
"You know I won't leave, don't pay attention to them." Cristiano knew the other party was not really angry when he heard the tone of the Sir Alex Ferguson on the phone. He breathed a sigh of relief, and his voice became much lighter. He was ready to make a naughty joke, "You can even show off to them how loyal I am to you."
Ferguson tried hard to hold back the smile on his face on the other end of the phone, but it was undeniable that he was touched by Cristiano.
The cunning and spoiled Cristiano always knew how to make the old man feel unhappy.
Ferguson's eldest son Martin was watching the final with his father. When he heard his father talking on the phone with the player who had caused the trouble, he thought that according to his father's usual temper, he would inevitably get furious.
result?
He even saw a worthless smile on his father's face. Martin groaned. He was jealous of Ronaldo, who was extremely favored by his father.
"You went to Istanbul before you were fully healed and put yourself in danger like that." Ferguson slowed down his speech, but his tone became more serious. He said to Cristiano. He was not angry about the boy going to watch the game, but that Cristiano did not know how to cherish and take care of his body. "You are the club's property, understand?"
Cristiano realized that Ferguson was worried about his leg injury and he narrowed his eyes.
"My leg injury was not a problem. I went there only when I was sure I was well enough, and I asked my national team teammates to arrange everything for me," Cristiano explained. He always patiently explained everything in front of Ferguson, "although it was later discovered by the fans... it was an accident."
Ferguson knew that Cristiano was not the type to proactively explain so much, he was not that kind of person, but now he had explained so much in front of him, and Ferguson understood enough of the boy's importance.
He shook his head helplessly. Well, the kid was less than 20 years old. He couldn't ask for more. Everyone makes mistakes sometimes. At least so far, compared with his brilliant transcripts, near-perfect good habits and self-discipline, the occasional news problems he made were not worth mentioning.
Ferguson said: "When you return to the club, I will arrange an examination for you, and the examination report will tell me the punishment for you."
Cristiano knew this was a signal to turn the page, and he laughed: "Okay, Boss."
After reporting the two most important calls, Cristiano was finally able to deal with other news -
First it came from dear Ms. Simeone, who expressed great concern about Cristiano's appearance in the crazy crowd of fans, and wondered why Chris was not in Kaka's family box, where the privacy and security would be much better.
Cristiano blushed, and first replied that he had been transferred to Kaka's team bus, and then honestly explained to the puzzled Ms. Simeone -
[C: I wanted to give him a surprise, so I asked other friends to arrange a seat for him [blush][blush]]
His schedule was decided too late, and Kaka's tickets had already been distributed.
——But since then, Kaka will always leave an extra ticket for Cristiano, regardless of whether it will be used or not.
Simeone couldn't help but laugh and cry when he received Cristiano's text message. The surprise game between young lovers is always addictive, but obviously Cristiano's little surprise also contained a little scare.
God knows when she saw Cristiano suddenly appear on the TV broadcast, those crazy fans almost swallowed up the boy. She clearly saw that Cristiano's face looked like he had been crying, and it was obvious that the poor child had no idea that such a terrible scene would happen.
Bosco was beside her and said that Ricky was too inconsiderate to put Chris between the seats of a bunch of ordinary fans, and that Chris was too impulsive and acted like that to appear in public like that.
Simone was so frightened that her breathing almost stopped, and she came to her senses when she heard her husband's words.
She thought to herself with disapproval, what's wrong with this? There is nothing wrong with love. If there is anything wrong, it is the problem of those crazy fans.
Simeone ignored Bosco and sent a short message to Cristiano, telling him not to do it again next time. It was too dangerous. Who knows what those overly excited and crazy fans will do.
Fortunately, AC Milan won the Champions League trophy in the end, otherwise a final in which the team was tied and then overtook would be enough to trigger the anger and violence of the fans. She heard that in the middle of a game, excited fans threw balls on the court and the situation was out of control.
Fortunately, Dolores didn't follow live broadcasts of football games very often, otherwise she would have been worried to death if she saw her little son unexpectedly appear there.
Cristiano calmed Simeone down after a few words of comfort and repeated assurances that he was not injured.
Cristiano's chat group was also looking for him frantically, his national team teammates, and his club teammates...
Cristiano held his head, as if he was back to the time when he went to a gay bar out of curiosity and was then exposed by the media tabloids. He was also bombarded with concerns by a group of big brothers.
Obviously this time I just went to watch a game, the nature of that should be much better, right? Although this game is actually a game for his gay partner.
Cristiano rubbed his face and opened the national team's group chat first.
——As for the club, he will be going back tomorrow anyway, so let’s talk about it tomorrow.
Cristiano chose to be an ostrich for a day.
[Figo: @cristiano, why did you go to Istanbul? Didn’t Ferguson say you were injured a few days ago? 】
[Deco: Rui didn’t give you a ticket? Why is it in that position? @cristiano】
Carvalho: @cristiano is not injured? The kids are really brave, they dare to go deep into the audience seats in this kind of competition.]
[Figo: ...Where's Rui? What about Chris? @ruicosta @cristiano】
[Ricardo: He must be getting scolded. With Sir Alex’s temper, I think he will be suspended for a few games, at least]
[Figo: Wait a minute, I saw the replay. Did Kaka, the Milan player, deliberately come to Cristiano's side of the stands? I think he's always watching you @cristiano】
[Deco: Now that you mention it... I suddenly feel that Kaka's celebration is very similar to Cristiano's celebration that day]
[Ricardo: Which day? 】
[Deco: On the day we played against Greece, in the European Cup final, Cristiano ran across half the stadium]
[Ricardo: I thought he was too excited]
[Carvalho: Oh, didn’t that make some news? What about sending goals to AC Milan in order to transfer... Wow, AC Milan again]
[Figo: ...Cristiano, what are you thinking about! ? @cristiano Are you really going to Milan? 】
[Deco: It’s not a question of wanting to transfer... The key point is that the celebration movements of these two people are exactly the same? Do you two know each other? @cristiano】
[Carvalho: Only Rui can explain, come out quickly, don’t play dead @ruicosta]
[Costa:...I knew I shouldn’t have given the ticket! This guy suddenly decided to come here one or two days before the final! @cristiano】
Cristiano had just finished browsing the chat history when he saw his beloved teammate breaking down and shouting.
In order to ensure that his wingman could still be useful in the future, he quickly typed:
[Cristiano: Don't be like this, I thank you from the bottom of my heart, Costa! @ruicosta】
[Cristiano: Kaka and I are good friends. I came to watch his games. Scoring goals is a way we agreed on to encourage each other? 】
[Ricardo: Ah, I thought you were going to see Rui @cristiano]
[Costa: ...Thank you, I was hurt once]
[Cristiano: Of course it also includes going to see @ruicosta my dear Portuguese teammate! 】
[Costa: It was just by the way, I know]
[Ricardo: I didn’t see it at first, but now I know]
【Costa: ……】
[Figo: I thought you met for the first time in the quarter-finals, but it turns out you have known each other for a long time? 】
[Deco: No wonder we drink the same glass of water @cristiano]
[Ricciardo: No wonder he came to hold my hand after the game @cristiano]
[Carvalho: No wonder Kaka praised you like it was free @cristiano]
Cristiano gave an even more worthless snicker, he touched his nose, trying not to make his smile too obvious.
[Costa: Oh my God, are you guys usually too idle? You guys are paying too much attention to AC Milan! 】
[Figo: I am just paying attention to Chris's situation. You guys in Milan have some connections.]
[Costa: ...Okay, Captain]
The national team chat group was bustling with activity. Cristiano was scrolling through the chat records, and had the illusion that he was watching his own love story in real time.
Oh, this feels surprisingly good.
"Cristiano." Rui Costa, his poor Portuguese teammate, returned to the bus at some point. He walked over with gritted teeth and pinched Chris's face. "You are such a worrying guy!"
Cristiano laughed dryly and did not dodge. He just said, "This is an accident. No one wanted it to happen. Are you done?"
As he asked, he turned his gaze to the window and saw AC Milan's main players walking towards the bus.
Cristiano suddenly felt a little nervous for some reason. He swallowed and said, "Costa, is it appropriate for me to be here? I mean, we are all your people."
Costa almost couldn't hold back his laughter: "This isn't a gang fight, why distinguish between your people and ours?"
Cristiano: “…”
That's what he said, but it didn't seem to be the same question as what he wanted to say.
But he didn't have time to explain any more. Kaka had already run past the captain who was walking in front, got on the bus first, and went straight to Chris.
When Costa saw their San Siro Prince striding towards him, he subconsciously dodged to the seat next to him. He didn't want to bear the impact of this fully grown and strong double-door prince.
Maldini and his companions followed behind and saw their great hero of the night squatting next to the Manchester United boy number seven, looking up at him, his eyes brighter than when he was interviewed and praised by the coach just now.
Maldini: “…”
"Are you okay? I wanted to come here earlier, but I was delayed..." Kaka said quickly. He held Cristiano's calf with his broad hands, his palm pressed against the place where the blood scab was left, and frowned slightly.
Cristiano coughed and grabbed his lover's hand. This was really too much. AC Milan's main players were all on the bus.
He quickly replied, "I'm fine, I just accidentally got into some trouble."
After saying that, Cristiano looked at the main players of Milan who were waiting to get on the bus and laughed dryly: "Congratulations."
Shevchenko laughed and said, "Ronaldo, that's not trouble, that's riot."
Kaka looked at his friend disapprovingly: "Sheva, it was just a small accident."
Costa felt that the word sounded familiar to him, and he looked at Cristiano.
Cristiano nodded in agreement.
Nesta suddenly said: "So Kaka, after you scored a goal tonight, you went to find Ronaldo to celebrate?"
He did not appear in the starting lineup due to injury, but he watched the whole game.
This time, Maldini, Cafu, Gattuso and others all looked at Cristiano.
No wonder they went looking for Kaka. Kaka directly surpassed all of them, and they had to put a lot of effort to catch up with him.
Cristiano: “…”
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