Chapter 72
Alan's post-match interview was soon known to the entire team, and everyone thought that their new teammate and Cristiano did not get along well - given that Alan had never given Cristiano a good look.
And the big brothers all know that before the previous Rose Derby against Leeds United, their curly-haired puppy once excitedly wanted to make friends with Alan in the player tunnel, but the other party ignored him.
The older brothers all thought that Cristiano must be feeling uncomfortable after being given the cold shoulder, and they were also thinking about how to deal with the harmony problems in the team.
As a result, their new, unapproachable forward, who almost never talks about his private life except for training and games, turned his head to the reporter who was interviewing him after the game and said, "He accompanied me in training throughout the summer break", "No one asked him to do this, but he did it", "He is a man who talks less and does more."
Giggs turned to Cristiano in confusion: "I know you like good-looking people, but isn't this too much? You don't rest in the summer break to go to training?"
Cristiano almost spit out the sports drink in his mouth. He hurriedly took the water bottle and a few drops of water leaked out. He couldn't even wipe it off before he couldn't help yelling: "Oh my God, what you said is so weird! I'm just going to train! I'm not going to do anything else!"
"It's training! Giggs!" Cristiano emphasized.
"But you spent the entire summer break with Alan?" The Spaniard, who looked like a big golden retriever, sat in the corner of the locker room, leaning forward half his body to look at Chris. There was a hint of accusation in his tone, "I even invited you to travel to Spain and you refused."
Cristiano almost rolled his eyes: "Thank you, I know Spain very well, God knows I am familiar with every street there, and I just want to stay in one city during the summer break and not go anywhere. I have flown enough."
Pique curled his lips and muttered quietly: "Nonsense, you have never been to Spain."
Cristiano listed several local restaurants and bars on the streets in Spanish, and Pique opened his mouth slightly in surprise: "My God, you really know them well."
Cristiano thought what nonsense, he had been there for nine years, and in order to have a secret date, he and Kaka knew the streets there very well. He dared to say that there were many places that only the local homeless people and him knew.
"Spain is not the point." Ferdinand interrupted Pique. He looked at Pique with dissatisfaction and a slight warning. It turned out that this big golden retriever had made such an invitation to Ronnie?
He continued, "The point is, you've been training at the training ground all summer, but you don't plan to meet up with us?"
"...Then let's do it together during next summer break?" Cristiano asked.
Fletcher and Neville almost simultaneously rejected in horror: "No, Ronnie, that's not a concept!"
They only have one summer break, and it has to be filled with training? That would make their life worse than death.
Keane sneered as he listened to the conversation. "Lazy bastards. Ronnie, don't listen to them. Young people should put 100% of their effort into training. This is good."
Cristiano nodded in approval to his old captain.
I don't know who turned on the TV in the locker room, and it happened to be playing Alan's interview after the last game.
Everyone reviewed Alan's quotations again.
With a fiery red wall as the backdrop, Alan Smith, former Leeds United captain and current Red Devils striker, stood upright in Manchester United's white away jersey. In response, the media tabloids described this post-match interview as "a white rose in flames, Alan Smith emerging from the fire."
Rooney watched the interview again and rubbed his arms vigorously. He still felt that Alan's words were extremely corny and couldn't help rolling his eyes.
Ronnie is the guy who'll go to the training ground and do some crazy training, it doesn't matter who's there, it's just you, Alan Smith, who happens to be there, damn it.
But he didn't say it because the protagonist on TV just walked into the locker room.
Alan glanced at the TV hanging above the table, walked to his closet expressionlessly, and opened the door. With a creaky sound, the sound stood out in the somewhat quiet dressing room. Another prominent source of the sound was Alan in the interview.
"...even though we seldom communicate, his company makes me feel better." The interview on TV was almost coming to an end. Alan quickly closed the locker in the locker room. Another "creak" and a muffled "bang" covered the sound in the interview.
Everyone can see that the new striker's ears are red. White skin, red ears, and short platinum hair. To be honest, this color combination is really too eye-catching.
But no one said anything. After all, the new striker had a cold expression and was not easy to deal with. They were not familiar enough with him to make fun of him.
"...I will play to my best, and we all hope to win more championships." said Alan on TV.
Alan in the locker room took off his training jersey, turned around and walked into the bathroom with his red ears.
"What a weird kid." Giggs narrowed his eyes and laughed.
Rooney: "…Oh my god, he's five years older than Ronnie! You call that a kid?"
"Oh, five years older? I thought he was only a few years older." Giggs scratched his hair. "He is indeed quite awkward, but he doesn't look that difficult to get along with."
Cristiano came over to interject, taking off his shoes and socks as he said: "Not everyone can transfer from a sworn enemy. It takes a lot of courage. It's already remarkable. I always admire these brave people."
Ferdinand pointed at himself and raised his eyebrows slightly. He also transferred from Leeds United, remember?
"The kid must be praising his Portuguese national team captain in passing." Giggs laughed and pointed out, "Figo transferred from Barcelona to Real Madrid with the world's highest transfer fee. To be honest, this is really jaw-dropping. He is a ruthless person."
Ferdinand had to admit the courage of the world's top center forward.
"So Alan just needs some time to adjust. He is a good man and will cooperate well with us." Cristiano coughed lightly and got back to the subject. He grabbed a large bath towel and simply wrapped it around his waist and walked towards the bathroom.
"You finished so early today? No more extra training?" Neville asked Chris.
Cristiano waved his hand: "Not today."
"It's really hard to predict his schedule." Neville shook his head. "He would train even on rainy days, but today the weather is nice so he won't train."
As soon as he finished speaking, the TV cut into a broadcast preview of a game that would take place in two hours:
"In the second leg of the Italian Cup semi-final, AC Milan will face Napoli at their home stadium, San Siro! In the first leg, AC Milan won 2:1 away from home..."
Everyone in the locker room stared at the TV silently. Neville laughed awkwardly and pinched his nose: "No wonder Ronnie didn't train more."
Ferdinand and Keane looked at each other and shook their heads. Wright, damn Wright, Wright who openly broke into the house on Christmas Day.
Pique looked at Neville in confusion, treating the broadcast preview on TV as pure background noise, and asked Neville in confusion: "What? Why?"
Neville casually rubbed Pique's blond hair twice and said perfunctorily: "It's been a few days in a row, you need to rest."
"Oh." Pique raised his eyebrows. His intuition told him that this was not the answer, but he couldn't find out more.
The older brothers knew it well, and Rooney, as the only young person who knew it, suddenly felt particularly superior.
He smiled at Pique and said, "Oh Gerard, you have to pay attention to the details, little golden retriever."
Pike felt that the big field mouse's smile was weird and greasy, as if it had ill intentions towards him.
He was too lazy to pay attention.
Cristiano returned home early, prepared a simple glass bowl of tuna and vegetable salad for himself, along with a piece of steak, and then carried a small folding dining table to the cinema to watch the game.
He held his glass bowl, took out his cellphone and took a selfie. He smiled with his big white teeth showing. His eyes looked like sugared mocha in the dark light and shadow. He gave a thumbs up with his hand around the glass bowl. The background was a huge movie screen behind him, and it was obvious that it was a football match.
Cristiano examined the selfie and posted it on social media with satisfaction:
@cristiano：enjoy the show [football] [yeah][yeah]
Cristiano pursed his lips and smiled, and made two victory gestures, which corresponded exactly to Kaka's jersey number. He is so smart!
Mendes is very busy. He has so many players and coaches that he wishes he could work forty-eight hours a day. Cristiano joked that he might have to find a hair transplant institution in less than ten years, and said that he plans to open a reasonable and effective hair transplant institution in the future, and will leave Mendes a diamond black gold membership card.
In response, Mendes sent Cristiano a bunch of online tabloid reports about him and Ruud van Nistelrooy, Alan, Ferdinand, Pique... and even Rooney and many other players, all of which he suppressed: "I beg you, I would rather deal with a hundred rumors about you and women than see you with these men again!"
Cristiano said that his heart is all in football, he is not interested in women now, and even less interested in his teammates.
Kaka is not yet his teammate. Cristiano had no guilt when answering Mendes, and Mendes met Cristiano's eyes and knew that Cristiano had not lied to him.
Mendes gritted his teeth about this, but he couldn't blame Chris. It was obvious that these tabloids were making up outrageous stories. The players were obviously hugging, kissing and falling to the ground everywhere on the field, but these people only liked to focus on Cristiano and make up stories. It was crazy.
No matter what, Mendes' main concerns are still Cristiano and Kaka - Kaka was named the best foreign player and best midfielder in Serie A this year. Coupled with his excellent appearance and good media reputation, he once received many invitations to talk show interviews and entertainment programs.
Compared to Cristiano, Mendes would rather let Kaka do more of these shows. He is really afraid that his heart will be in Cristiano's hands sooner or later - but there are always some interviews that cannot be turned down, such as the Jonas Rosen talk show a week later. He has already made a list of what to say and what not to say in advance and sent it to Chris for him to memorize.
Back to the topic, Mendes was busy, and then his mobile phone on the table vibrated slightly and made a short prompt sound. He glanced and found that it was Cristiano who updated the social media.
He couldn't interfere with Chris's right to post on social media and the content of his posts, but he had to pay attention.
Fortunately, it was just a daily photo and he eats healthily. Although the angle of the selfie was not so good and it looked a bit silly, the stars do not rely on their looks to make a living. What's more, when he saw the fans commenting below were shouting "cuuuute" and "baby cris", he thought it was a good thing, so Mendes gave it a thumbs up.
If Mendes looks back on the post and sees his likes later, he will surely feel remorseful, but he must also admit that some young couples in love are really scheming.
Soon after Cristiano posted this on social media, his teammates at Manchester United liked and commented on it, as if they had discussed it beforehand, and they all posted emojis:
@Ferdinand: [look sideways][roll eyes][fist][come on]
@Giggs: [smirk][smirk]
@Neville: [smirk][smirk][love]
…
Oh, and former teammates who went to Real Madrid -
@vanNistelrooy: ? ? ? I am speechless.
Cristiano's eyebrows jumped, and he liked the comment left by Van Nistelrooy.
The king of the small forbidden area far away in Spain: “…” Speechless! ! !
///
The temperature at San Siro Stadium was a bit low at night, and it was raining today, so it felt noticeably colder, and Kaka wore black gloves.
Before the game started, Cafu reminded him to look at Cristiano's recent social media post. Then he saw his lover wearing a red and black striped polo shirt, holding a glass bowl bigger than his face and giving a thumbs up, smiling silly, and the broadcast of the game preview could be clearly seen behind him.
Enjoy the show.
Kaka smiled and said, he would.
"Cristiano's clothes..." Nesta lowered his head and tugged at his red and black vertical striped jersey, then looked at Kaka, "?"
Do you really have to be so open about your relationship? !
"It looks really good on him," Kaka said.
Nesta: “…”Forget it.
Kaka thought to himself that he wanted Cristiano to wear his jersey.
His jersey will be one size larger than Cristiano's usual jersey, and the hem will be wider and longer, but perhaps not that exaggerated, and may not even cover the top of the thigh.
None of his teammates could guess what Kaka was thinking at the moment.
The son of AC Milan put on the red and black jersey, walked out of the player tunnel with a gentle and distant smile on his face, and was targeted by spotlights.
Who could have thought that the Son of God was thinking about his own same-sex partner the second before, thinking about the other's sweaty body running on the green field, thinking about the other's leg muscles tense when exerting force, thinking about the other's sweat hanging on the eyelashes, and the pair of brown-green eyes revealing a rich and lively expression.
Enjoy the game.
Kaka licked his lips lightly and curled up the corners of his mouth. He seemed to be injected with adrenaline. Thinking that Cristiano was watching him running on the green field through a square screen, he wanted to show his best side.
Since he had the chance to play again, he always enjoyed the game. The process is the best, but the score is the most important.
"Kaka gets the ball!" The commentator in the broadcast room stared at the broadcast screen, and at the same time, Cristiano outside the screen leaned forward slightly, holding his breath and staring at Kaka who was speeding up in the screen.
Like a flash of red and black lightning.
Kaka dribbled the ball and after speeding up from the midfield, it was completely his stage. The opposing defense quickly surrounded them, but Kaka passed them directly, and even while passing them he was still accelerating!
The fans in the stands of San Siro Stadium couldn't help but stand up and shout Kaka's name in unison!
The long-distance run with big strides was like a smooth painting, and it relied on speed to break through Napoli's rear defense line.
"Kaka dribbles the ball into the penalty area! One-on-one in the penalty area! The defender has no time to catch up with Kaka! This is going to harm his own goalkeeper!" The commentator took a breath.
"Shevchenko also rushed to the front of the goal! Both of them can shoot at the goal! But Kaka is being watched more closely by the goalkeeper!"
"Kaka feinted and sent the ball to Shevchenko's feet!"
"Shevchenko shoots! The ball is saved by the goalkeeper!"
Kaka almost immediately grabbed the ball and then kicked it lightly!
"Kaka made a follow-up shot! The ball went into the net!!" the commentator said quickly, "AC Milan broke the opponent's goal in the last 20 minutes of the second half! The game is leading 1-0!"
Cristiano, who was sitting in front of the screen, cheered and watched Kaka being quickly surrounded by Maldini, Shevchenko, Nesta and others.
In less than five minutes, AC Milan launched an attack on the opponent's goal again. Costa assisted Inzaghi and scored with a long shot from outside the penalty area!
"Four minutes! AC Milan scored another goal! AC Milan has almost secured a ticket to the final! Unless a miracle happens in Naples!"
This was almost impossible, and as a defender of Napoli received a yellow card, two yellow cards turned into one red card and he was sent off, the situation on the field became 10 vs. 11, which directly announced that he would miss the final.
The scene seemed to become tense.
"Shevchenko was tackled! The opponent showed his studs!" the commentator exclaimed.
Shevchenko was brought down just in front of Kaka, the team doctor quickly came on the field, and Ancenotti made a direct substitution.
The victory of the match was almost decided, and he still needed Shevchenko to recover well for the next match.
Captain Maldini rushed up from behind his own defense and asked the referee for an explanation.
Napoli received a verbal warning. Kaka looked silently at Shevchenko who was leaving the field. He pursed his lips heavily. The number seven on his jersey made him feel as if he saw Cristiano being targeted on the court for a moment.
He frowned and quickly shook off the thought.
"Carlo is such a fool! He should have replaced Kaka!" Cristiano watched the game enter the final countdown, and the playing style became more and more rough and "unrestrained". He was so anxious that he was like the assistant coach standing in the coaching area, and couldn't help muttering in a low voice.
Injury time.
Napoli's defense used their bodies to stop Kaka who was dribbling the ball, and their elbows turned behind them, but before they could hit the ball, they were knocked away by Kaka.
Cristiano opened his eyes slightly and saw Kaka on the screen, his face covered with sweat and rain, his black hair soaked, and he stood coldly in front of the man with his lips pursed. The red and black home jersey against the young man's cold face made a solemn atmosphere even more prominent.
He seldom saw Kaka like this, at least seldom saw him with his own eyes - but he remembered that in his previous life Kaka once talked to him about his first game after arriving at AC Milan. It was the first time that all the AC Milan fans cheered for him, not because he scored a goal, but because he attacked an opponent player who fouled him, like a fighter. This is what AC Milan fans were more "concerned" about.
It’s just that Kaka rarely takes action, and Cristiano almost forgot this.
He let out a soft "wow" and slowly leaned back on the sofa. He forgot that his lover was a double door that couldn't be knocked over with just a push.
The game ended 2-0 and AC Milan got a ticket to the Italian Cup final.
Cristiano closed the door of the cinema with a smile and satisfaction. He sent a text message to Kaka, and he guessed that AC Milan’s celebration would be very lively.
【C: What a beautiful kick! Congratulations on your advancement! P.S., say hello to Shevchenko for me, I hope his injury is not serious.]
To his surprise, Kaka replied more than half an hour later. Cristiano even suspected that Kaka went back to the locker room and looked at his phone directly without even taking a shower.
【K: The team doctor said I need to stop playing for a week to see how the situation develops. Did you watch my game? The whole journey? I don’t feel good, Cris. I’m being controlled by anger.]
Cristiano quickly called Kaka and the call was picked up almost immediately.
"What nonsense are you talking about, Kaka? You mean you bumped into that guy at the end? Come on, the defender wanted to foul you!" Cristiano said quickly.
He was very dissatisfied and walked up and down the corridor of his villa, shouting, "That defender is a repeat offender! You don't have to apologize for this. If that's the case, I dare say that most of the defenders who have played against me will have to confess to God after the game."
Cristiano's mumbling was so loud that even Maldini heard it and even laughed out loud at the last sentence: "I must say, Ronaldo is right, Kaka."
"Is it Maldini?" Cristiano heard another voice on the other end of Kaka's phone. He touched his nose awkwardly, coughed lightly and quickly added, "Of course, Maldini is a small part of the defenders!"
Maldini laughed: "Thank you, I got it, Ronaldo."
"You're welcome."
Kaka: “…”
Kaka was distracted by the interruption of his lover and the captain. He shook his head with a smile. In fact, what bothered him was not what he did, but what he thought.
His anger did not come from the man who fouled him, but these malicious fouls reminded him of worse things. Sheva's injury and the white number 7 always reminded him of his lover far away in England, and some games that he could not touch and could do nothing about. His anger was like a devil that suddenly escaped from the box.
It would be nice if Cristiano was here, Kaka thought to himself. He held his phone and said, "It should be late in Manchester, right? Go to bed early, Cris."
"Good night, darling. I'll dream about you." Cristiano raised the last line of his voice happily. "Don't think about that defender. Instead of thinking about him, think more about me."
Kaka's smile widened a lot, and he replied with a low laugh: "Okay Cris, I'll remember it."
Maldini hated himself for not being able to leave the range of the young couple's phone calls in time.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
