Chapter 42
When Cristiano returned to the team bus after the interview, everyone felt a little unbelievable, while Neville and others winked at Cristiano proudly.
"See what I said?" Neville laughed and said to Cristiano, "Did you see the faces of those reporters? I bet they'll go to the other team and denounce that defender as soon as they finish their interviews here."
Rooney said: "They better do that, honestly."
Ferdinand snorted, "Even if they don't, the boss will open fire."
"And the captain," Giggs added, "what do you think they are doing now that they are not in the car?"
"Come to think of it, Van Nistelrooy hasn't come back either?" Neville looked around when he heard that.
Giggs shrugged: "He was stopped by a reporter before I left."
He lowered his voice and said, "You know, there have been a lot of news about his transfer recently."
Cristiano paused when he heard this, and everyone else also became a little quieter.
Player transfers are not uncommon in clubs, but for a well-coordinated team, there will be a period of pain when anyone leaves. This topic is always not so pleasant, whether it is true or not.
Seeing this, Giggs coughed lightly, cleared his throat and changed the subject: "Let's not talk about this, Ronnie, how are your party preparations going?"
Although they didn't win the game, they didn't lose either, and they scored consecutive goals in the second half to equalize the score, which deserves a party.
Cristiano made a gesture and raised his eyebrows when he heard this: "I'm ready, it depends on you."
"We can do it anytime, it depends on the boss." Giggs said, spreading his hands.
After a while, Ferguson, Keane and Van Nistelrooy returned to the bus together.
No one dares to have a party behind Sir Alex Ferguson's back, so Cristiano has to report it first.
Giggs and Neville poked Cristiano's back, signaling Cristiano to speak quickly.
Cristiano: “…”
To be honest, his intuition told him that the Sir was in a bad mood and he shouldn't mention this at this time, but who made him accept the party?
Cristiano scratched his hair twice, and leaned his head out from the back of the bus seat, like a cautious and tentative puppy: "Boss, how about we go directly to my house? The party I told you about two days ago."
Sir Ferguson glanced sharply at the person who spoke at this moment. Their main players had just suffered a vicious attack, and someone actually had the nerve to propose a party?
He opened his mouth angrily, then met Cristiano's eyes. Suddenly, the Scottish coach's gaze softened a lot.
Well, it's Cristiano, so forget it.
"Party? Are you sure?" Ferguson looked at Cristiano and frowned slightly. "I thought you couldn't even wave your hands to the music."
Cristiano immediately responded: "It's not that exaggerated! Besides, I have a lot of fun things!"
"...Okay then." Ferguson knew that Cristiano had been preparing for this party two days ago. This should be the first time Cristiano invited his teammates to his home.
——He still remembers how much importance and excitement his son Martin took the first time he invited his classmates to a party at home. He couldn't refuse Cristiano.
So Ferguson had no choice but to look at the other people in the car and glared at them with a warning: "Party in moderation, don't force me to send someone to keep an eye on you."
"Don't worry, Boss. We will never lead little Ronnie astray!" Neville promised.
Ferguson nodded reluctantly and looked at Keane: "Control them."
Keane responded.
Cristiano didn't expect Ferguson to agree so easily. He blinked quickly in surprise and subconsciously stared at Ferguson for several seconds.
"What are you looking at? Do you want me to take back my consent?" Ferguson looked at Chris and asked with his arms folded.
"Of course not! The first round of toasts at the party is to celebrate your generosity!" Cristiano shook his head quickly and grinned at Ferguson in a flattering manner.
Ferguson was amused and shook his head to signal Cristiano to sit back in his seat and fasten his seat belt.
Cristiano shrank back into his seat and texted Kaka - he certainly didn't have time to chat on the phone tonight.
【C: We drew, but we are still far ahead in the standings :)】
【C: Have you watched my game? That guy was really ruthless. There were actually reporters who thought that was a scam [angry] Fortunately, Neville gave me some advice:)]
【C: I guess you must have seen the game or the news. Don’t worry, it just looks a little scary. We're having a party today at my house, so just disappear for a night and don't miss me too much :)]
【C: I remember you guys also have a game today? come on】
Cristiano sent four messages and then held his phone in thought.
He had no doubt that Kaka would sooner or later know about the news that he was attacked by the defender again. Judging from previous experiences, his lover would be extremely concerned, but there seemed to be nothing he could do. After all, this was football and everyone would get injured on the field. It was almost normal.
Cristiano sighed inwardly.
"Hey, what are you looking at? So intently? Keane asked what food you have prepared at home and whether you want to order takeout?" Neville patted Cristiano's shoulder and asked.
Cristiano subconsciously turned off the screen and came back to his senses: "No, I have prepared it and I can eat it when I get back."
"Wow, it looks like our Ronnie is really prepared." Neville teased.
To be honest, they didn't have high expectations for the party organized by Cristiano at the beginning - it's not that they don't like Cristiano's parties, it's just that they can't expect too much. After all, this kid is only 19 years old and has only been in England for less than two years. They can't expect a Portuguese to adapt to English customs and culture.
They even made plans that if there was nothing to eat or do, they would try their best to make the party as lively as possible.
Cristiano rolled his eyes when he heard what Neville said, and although Neville didn't say more, he understood it, because the party he threw in his previous life scared his teammates so much that no one proposed a second party for a long time.
It wasn't really a big deal for him. He just shared his daily routine with his teammates: some fitness exercises, some swimming competitions, some early bedtimes and early rises, some boiled chicken breasts - he also prepared plenty of carbohydrate rice. He could have done better, but his purchasing staff took sick leave that day, so there was no fresh cod or other food at home.
His teammates were apparently frightened by the party gatherings that were similar to the club's training routine.
Cristiano slapped Neville's hand away and smiled: "You can expect more. Believe me, you will be satisfied this time."
Neville raised an eyebrow: "This time?"
Cristiano didn't say much, just looked out the window. The night in Manchester had just begun.
Although he also likes to share post-game party time with his teammates, he does not deny how much he misses the gentle whispers and kisses of his lover.
Well, he couldn't be greedy and have it both ways.
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Milan is also bustling at night.
They played a friendly match, and after the game, everyone was busy with interviews and some sponsor activities.
Ancenotti did not like this arrangement. This friendly match was only two days away from their official match, which would more or less affect the players' condition and physical strength, but the club needed these to barely save its precarious financial problems.
Kaka and Shevchenko, as the twin stars of Milan, are also the business stars who are emphasized and have become the focus of this arrangement.
Kaka found these activities boring - after retiring early in his previous life, he was exposed to more hypocrisy and flattery. To be honest, he hated it, but he had to rely on it. Now, he still had to play the role of a good man.
As if Shevchenko had sensed Kaka's thoughts, the Ukrainian turned his head to look at his teammate, then raised the corner of his mouth and smiled: "You are almost writing your impatience on your face. This is not what the club wants to be photographed."
Upon hearing this, Kaka subconsciously adjusted his expression and showed a standard smile, while Shevchenko grinned and laughed silently as if a prank had succeeded.
Kaka realized that this was a test and joke from his friend.
He pursed his lips and glanced at his friend helplessly: "This is not funny, Sheva."
"It seems that you are really impatient with these things. I never thought that negative emotions such as impatience would appear in you." Shevchenko said with a smile.
"Sheva, I am also a human being." Kaka shook his head with amusement, "Just listen to what the media says."
Whether it's the Son of God or the Son of God, it seems that everyone ignores the fact that Ricardo Izeson dos Santos Leite is also a person with normal emotions, as if it would be shocking news if he got into a fight on the court.
"Thinking about Ronaldo?" Shevchenko looked at Kaka and asked suddenly.
Kaka looked at the other person in surprise: "Why do you say that?"
"You were looking at your phone all the way here," Shevchenko said.
He couldn't think of anything else that could keep Kaka busy with electronic gadgets, except that Kaka's sweetheart was making big news on the court again.
Ever since Maldini acquiesced to the private establishment of the Wingman Alliance, they have had a group chat specifically used to collect information about Ronaldo - this includes various news about him, character evaluations, self-descriptions, likes and dislikes, etc.
For example, today’s news:
This is not the real Manchester United Red Devils! Ronaldo faked a fall to equalize the score
Ferguson blasts BBC reporter: Premier League defenders' murder game
Elbow to the Heart! No. 7 Ronaldo fell to the ground in pain
Nesta did not participate in the friendly match due to injury, but he delivered the latest ammunition in a very timely manner.
[Nesta: I have to say, this looks pretty painful to me]
[Crespo: Is this kid being targeted? I think he's hurt all the time.
[Gattuso: This body is too fragile in the Premier League, he should come to us]
[Inzaghi: ...Seriously? 】
[Gattuso: We have Kaka here]
[Inzaghi: I understand]
[Costa: Ahhh, who did it! ? Is it easy for us in Portugal to produce only one seedling after decades? ? 】
【……】
Shevchenko thought Kaka had also seen the news online a long time ago, after all, he kept his phone in his hand all the way.
"Oh, I was reciting the script and will go upstairs to speak without the script later." Kaka explained. He couldn't help but laugh. Did his teammates think that he was chatting with Chris the whole time?
He wanted to, but he had to finish the current task first.
Shevchenko paused and took a deep breath: "So you don't know yet..."
He stopped in time and changed his words: "Oh, no wonder Ancelotti and the club's top executives like you."
Kaka raised his eyebrows, he couldn't tell whether he was self-deprecating or serious, he asked Shevchenko: "Because I have been trying so hard to act like a good boy?"
Shevchenko nodded.
"What did you say just now? What don't I know?" Kaka asked again.
"Well..." Shevchenko opened his mouth. Just as he was about to explain, he heard their chairman calling Kaka over from the other end. "Well, it looks like the script you memorized will come in handy. Go ahead. We'll talk when you come back."
Kaka nodded.
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