Chapter 68
#Red Devil No.7 stared at Alan Smith, and the White Rose Prince pushed Ronaldo angrily#
#Ronaldo scores the winning goal against Leeds United! Leeds United captain Alan Smith stared at the back of number 7 for a long time#
#The War of Red and White Roses: Prince and the Devil#
#Pique fell flat on the ground, Ronaldo made up for it and shot the winning goal#
#Manchester United post-match interview-Pique: He is my friend, I will never hurt him#
After the Rose Derby, Cristiano once again dominated the headlines of various newspapers and magazines - the serious sports weekly, the gossip tabloid Nikkei...
The benches in the locker room were filled with various tabloids and magazines that teammates had brought back after watching the fun.
When Cristiano appeared in the locker room the next day, he was surprised by the large variety of newspapers and magazines that had been bought.
"Who brought it back?" Cristiano curled his lips.
"On the way here, I saw it at the newsstand and bought two copies." Neville said with a smile, "Even though you were pushed down, there were no ugly photos of you, Ronnie. You look pretty photogenic, and your hair isn't messy."
Fanny sneered at this: "Do you think an ounce of his hair spray is wasted?"
His words caused Giggs and others to laugh.
"I just picked it up in the hotel lobby. It was everywhere."
"Bar. Never mind, I dare say your photo has become something of an accessory now." - This is Pique.
Then Ferdinand covered his mouth and nose, and he almost rolled his eyes and pouted.
"In the bookstore. I didn't expect they still sell this."
Cristiano didn't expect that Keane had a share of the credit in these magazines. He opened his eyes wide and said, "You went to the bookstore?!"
Keane glared at Cristiano and said, "Teresa asked me to buy a new cookbook."
"Oh." Cristiano nodded. He said that Keane didn't look like the type of person who would go to a bookstore to buy books.
Keen held on through gritted teeth to a smiling, spoiled curly-haired puppy.
Cristiano sat down and picked up a few magazines and flipped through them. The magazines on the top were the most serious sports newspapers, with some analysis of the game and comments on the players. The titles were also normal, but when Cristiano took those magazines away, the tabloids underneath were revealed.
Even the matching photos seem a little off.
Cristiano was attracted by the tabloids below almost at first sight, his eyes widened——
The cover actually had a photo of him being tripped. In order to prevent himself from falling face down like Pique, he knelt on the ground with his hands. His red jersey was lifted up by the grass, revealing a large part of his wheat-colored waist and a small part of the edge of his underwear that was pulled too high. Apparently the photographer captured this scene.
In the lower left corner of this photo, there is a photo of Alan staring. No one knows where he is looking, but the editor-in-chief put it on the cover together with the other photos, and Alan's eyes seem to be glued to the waist of the Red Devil No. 7.
Cristiano covered his face, God, this pair of underwear is really not suitable to be pulled too high, it has no sense of design. Maybe he should discuss with Jorge to make a men's underwear production line for CR7 first?
"Your focus is on the edge of your underwear?!" Van Nistelrooy looked at Cristiano in disbelief.
Cristiano paused, then read a few more lines and commented pertinently, "These tabloids are quite imaginative."
"Did they do this before?" Cristiano raised his eyebrows and looked at Van Nistelrooy curiously.
Anyway, he didn't know whether there was such a situation in his previous life, and he never paid much attention to it.
There were so many gossips about him, and they always made him seem like he was in the bar every day, as if he had forty-eight hours a day -
If he could do the usual things of playing, training, eating, sleeping, studying (he always had to spend time learning the language, adapting to the language, and other things), and running around in bars and nightclubs all day, then he would have to have forty-eight hours in a day, at least thirty-six hours.
So Cristiano rarely pays attention to those things, because when he was young, he was always easily angry because of these untrue rumors and slanders, and the media always liked to see his reaction, as if it was very interesting, and then there would be another new round, as if it was a vicious cycle. So over time he learned to simply turn off the TV and refuse to read newspapers.
Similarly, his teammates always pay attention to keeping a distance. They will joke with each other, but they will not bring anything that seems offensive to him.
Not like now.
Cristiano is familiar enough with his teammates and knows that they have no ill intentions.
He looked at Fanny seriously and asked curiously.
Van Nistelrooy paused, then looked towards Keane and Ferdinand. He coughed and said, "I'm Dutch, Ronnie. You should ask your own countrymen about this question, right?"
Cristiano then turned to a group of British players including Giggs and Rooney.
“…About that.” Keane looked away. “If no one compiled these things, they wouldn’t have such a large circulation.”
"Yes, yes. You know the survival rules of those tabloids." Neville agreed, but he thought to himself that there were indeed not many people who were in gossip news with men so frequently.
At present, the only ones who can share the tabloid pressure with Cristiano are probably Beckham and Guti in Real Madrid.
Cristiano nodded slightly and thought to himself, these domestic gossips should not bother Kaka who is far away in the Apennine Peninsula?
But even if Kaka saw it, he probably wouldn't take it to heart. Kaka never seemed to care about these unfounded things, and never got jealous like ordinary lovers.
Cristiano thought his lover was rational and calm, which was an advantage, but it made him look even more childish.
He always envied those lucky women who would be linked to Kaka by tabloid reports. Those tabloids would always judge in an election tone which lady was more likely to date Kaka and was more suitable for Kaka. No matter whether Kaka was divorced in the previous life or unmarried in this life, the tabloids would never let go of such a good man.
Cristiano had to warn himself in his heart not to be childish. He was not jealous of those ladies or having some boring jealousy. He just envied those ladies who could be openly assumed to be members of the Wright family, which was something he would never get.
Cristiano pulled himself back from his wandering thoughts.
He loves to think about a lot of random things, maybe that's why he always has many dreams at night? It's a pity that the media reporters always like to ask him some annoying questions, but are too lazy to care whether he has a good rest or how he sleeps at night, otherwise he could tell the media some of his exclusive dreams.
The chatting and joking in the locker room did not last long, and Sir Alex Ferguson came into the locker room.
Cristiano was playing with a ball. He used his fancy skills to tease everyone in the locker room. He pretended to kick the ball towards Neville's face, and when Neville instinctively dodged it, he smiled and controlled the ball back to his feet the next second. He was so skilled that he smiled slyly and complacently at the older brothers in the locker room who were being tossed around.
"Nice ball, Ronnie." Sir Alex Ferguson's powerful voice came from the door of the locker room, "But put away your ball first, I want to say something."
Cristiano heard the good mood in Ferguson's words, he turned around, lightly kicked the ball and kicked it to Ferguson.
Pique shrank aside - he had always been in awe of this locker room tyrant - but when he saw that Cristiano not only did not keep the ball obediently, but even kicked the ball to the BOSS, Pique gasped and widened his eyes in slight horror.
Even though he was new, he knew that Ferguson absolutely did not like being joked about football in the locker room! That would be seen as a challenge to his authority!
However, Ferguson stretched out his foot to block the ball, glanced at his naughty disciple, and kicked the ball accurately back to Chris's feet, looking at Chris with a doting but warning look.
It was clearly a playful back-and-forth interaction - Pique almost felt like he was seeing his own grandfather playing with a ball as a child.
Cristiano smiled and picked up the ball and sat down obediently: "Okay, Boss."
The rest of Manchester United skipped this step as if it was nothing special. What's the big deal about passing the buck? Even if Cristiano hid the boss's shoes, Ferguson would not be angry, not even to yell at Ronnie!
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On the Milan side, it took Kaka several days to see the tabloid news from Inzaghi.
"Wow, Alan Smith? A very fierce striker. In the first game between them, Ronaldo got a yellow card because of a foul?" Inzaghi showed Kaka the tabloid news with a smile.
Kaka only noticed that Cristiano in the picture was pushed to the ground and sat on the ground, grinning and wrinkling his features in pain.
"A striker received seven yellow cards in one season, which is a very impressive record," Shevchenko commented.
Kaka smiled and didn't judge.
He casually picked up the tabloid handed to him by Inzaghi, flipped to the back page, and found that the tabloid had used three pages to talk about this game, with four or five pictures alone.
There was a solo photo of Chris scoring a goal. He casually ran his finger over the boy's smiling face in the photo, which was cheering with his mouth open, and slightly curled up the corners of his mouth.
But soon his smile could no longer be natural, because the rest of the pictures were all photos of two people, either Cristiano staring at Smith's back, or Smith standing in the corner of the picture, staring at the boy who was celebrating the goal.
"According to staff, he heard Ronaldo express his intention to greet Alan Smith and make friends in the player tunnel, but was stopped by his Manchester United teammates. This is not surprising, after all, Ronaldo always favors those beautiful players, such as Kaka who broke through the Red Devils' defense, and Pique who recently transferred to Manchester United. We always find that there is no shortage of beautiful men around Cristiano Ronaldo, and these men are always willing to keep their eyes on Ronaldo for a longer time.
In the latest interview, Ronaldo avoided talking about Pique's bad mistakes on the field, but instead loudly praised his wonderful performance and supported Pique. It is obvious that the Manchester United star is very fond of the new substitute. Pique also said in the interview, "I am very grateful to Chris for his care and friendship. He was the first person to reach out to me at Manchester United. He greeted me in my native language. He is very warm and delicate. He is a perfect person. Chris is my friend forever and I would never hurt him. '
…
So we are back to the original question, Ronaldo, that man, which man does he like? ”
Kaka: “…”
"Help me stretch my legs, Kaka." Cristiano, who was doing physical training in the space, called out to his absent-minded lover. He raised his eyes and looked at Kaka in confusion, "What are you daydreaming about?"
Kaka walked over and pressed Cristiano's calf. Lovers who wear shorts always like to roll up their shorts to the base of their thighs, revealing their healthy, smooth and plump thighs. Now, he couldn't help but think of Cristiano, who always lifted up his shorts like this when he was in the club or in the national team, and called his teammates to come over to help him stretch his legs or even relax his muscles.
"Nothing, Cris." Kaka raised his eyes and gave his lover a beautiful smile.
He met his lover's puzzled eyes, which were simple and silly. The light brown pupils reflected a circle of light green, as clean as lake water.
In his heart he condemned the thought that had just occurred to him, but he also thought that if any man could absolutely possess such a perfect and beautiful body, including the heart and soul of the owner of this body, then that man would definitely commit the sin of exclusive jealousy - he would not be willing to share these with anyone, even if it had nothing to do with lust.
Kaka told himself not to be too ridiculous, but now he finally understood why human desires were like black holes. When he had 1, he would want 10, but he told himself that this was incorrect and he should stick to his own principles.
Kaka leaned over and kissed Chris' eyes. There was only his reflection in those pretty puppy eyes, and he always knew it would be like this.
"Foul." Cristiano was counting the time, so he had to interrupt and end this set of crunches. He muttered, tilted his head slightly, then pout his lips as if they were covered with lipstick, asking Kaka for more kisses.
——He always wants more than one kiss, he needs many, many kisses, like an insatiable greedy child, or like a teenage boy who is eager to prove that he is loved.
Kaka will satisfy him.
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Manchester United has only two rounds left in the Premier League, and Portugal is also calling up Cristiano for the World Cup qualifiers.
It is well known how much Scolari likes to use Cristiano, and Sir Alex Ferguson has been upset about this several times.
"That damn Brazilian will use Ronnie badly!" Sir Alex Ferguson complained to reporters, "He is injured! He must have a good rest! Whether he returns to Portugal or Manchester - I promise that Manchester United will treat him like his own mother and take good care of his body!"
Not to be outdone, Scolari also responded to the opposing club in a newspaper article:
"It's all because of that greedy Englishman, he squeezed Cristiano clean! But Cristiano still contributed his best form and help for me and Portugal! He is fine now. The team doctor said that he is in good condition to continue to participate in the qualifier against Morocco the day after tomorrow, so yes, he will appear in the starting lineup."
To talk about Cristiano's injury, we have to go back a bit. It was in the knockout match of the Europa League. He was fouled maliciously and the team doctor immediately came up and provided emergency treatment.
But within a dozen minutes, he was substituted by Sir Alex Ferguson - Ferguson noticed that Cristiano's running was obviously not as active as in the first half, and he even staggered a little, which made Ferguson extremely cautious.
Cristiano had to leave the field unwillingly, but fortunately they won that Europa League knockout match.
The team doctor said Cristiano would have to be suspended for at least two weeks, and two weeks later would be the last round of the Premier League. Ferguson needed Cristiano to play in the best condition after rest.
But Scolari obviously disrupted his plans!
Ferguson even called Cristiano several times to try to persuade his most beloved disciple, but he hit a wall! Little Ronnie, who was willing to obey his own wishes in other matters, actually said "NO" to him firmly on this matter!
Ferguson felt his heart was almost broken. His eldest son Martin even swore to his younger brother that Ronaldo was a fool who was spoiled and now he was going to lose his only favor.
After Martin finished speaking, Ferguson, who had hung up the phone and felt sad for a few seconds, angrily scolded him: "Don't fart here! Have you passed your certificate and qualification exam? Go read those damn books!"
Martin returned to his room in dejection. His father was in a very bad mood. It was obviously because of that boy that he shouldn't have been put in danger, but he believed that his life would be much better in the future.
——However, within two days, he saw his father's latest interview, some ineffective rage, and it was obvious that he still cared very much about Cristiano Ronaldo.
Martin almost held his head and lamented, what kind of spell had that guy cast on his father? Beckham is simply crazy!
Cristiano was facing pressure from both the national team and club coaches, and Deco joked that he was about to become a strawberry sandwich.
However, he knew very well that both head coaches were 100% out for his own good, so he could only act as a useless lubricant in the middle and make good use of the physical therapy functions provided by the system to recover as soon as possible before the game.
Costa, for his part, was so annoyed by his club teammate - yes, he named the young Brazilian, the nice, polite bastard named Wright - that he begged Cristiano: "Please, tell him about your situation, he's making my phone smoke!"
"Well... I told him that he just wanted to confirm with someone else. Just talk to him nicely and don't be bothered. He's your club teammate!" Cristiano touched the tip of his nose.
This time his ankle was injured, and it would take three days of systematic physical therapy to recover to the best condition. This was the most serious injury he had suffered so far. It was the first time he encountered a problem that the system could not solve in one go, so Kaka was so nervous that he went to Costa to confirm again.
Costa looked at his young teammate in almost despair.
"Is that Kaka? He really cares about Cristiano." Figo came over and asked about Cristiano's recovery. "I've noticed him before. The media always likes to compare you two together, but he always speaks up for you."
Costa's alarm bells rang, and he suddenly remembered that he had not reported some personal issues to the captain of his national team. He swallowed and didn't find a good opportunity.
"Yes, yes." Cristiano grinned and narrowed his eyes. "The media loves to sow discord, but fortunately our relationship will not be easily provoked."
Figo smiled, shook his head, and rubbed the curly-haired boy's head: "That's great. Don't play ball. The team doctor told you to rest for the next two days."
"I have to find the feel for my feet!" Cristiano was unhappy.
"I'll give you five minutes to find your feet after you go on the court. We're here, so we can always give you that time." Figo said jokingly, but soon he straightened his expression slightly and took it seriously. "But first we have to make sure your feet are fit to play, so take a good rest, Cristiano."
Cristiano would not refute his captain, so he picked up the ball and tucked it under his arm, slowly walking to the sidelines: "Then I'll just look at you guys, okay?"
Figo nodded: "Let's go under the shed. The sun is too strong."
Cristiano: “…”
Costa looked at his friend speechlessly: "Too sunny? Seriously? Even if it's 36 degrees Celsius now, do you think he is the kind of delicate little boy who will faint if exposed to the sun?" Is it too much?
Figo looked at Costa and said, "Then go and discuss it with Scolari."
Costa: ?
He subconsciously looked at the head coach and saw Scolari was calling Chris to sit over there in the shed, even holding a bottle of water in his hand.
Costa: ...
Excellent.
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