Chapter 81
Cristiano found that his teammates were not quite right today.
First, it was their chat group. Starting with Keane, who suddenly started forwarding some nonsense about health regimen and healthy diet experts that he found out of Google to the group.
And Giggs, the self-disciplined big brother who always stayed with him for extra training from time to time, actually forwarded a post titled "Vacation is aerobic breathing for your body" to the group for the first time.
When Cristiano saw the group chat, he almost thought that their group had been hacked.
"What's going on? Are you guys going to fire the club's nutritionist and trainer?" Cristiano looked at his teammates in confusion. "You have a lot of complaints about the current diet and arrangement?"
"I do have some good recipe recommendations that taste good, too. I'll talk to the nutritionist about it some other day." Cristiano thought for a moment and said again.
Rooney thought of some of Chris's favorite chicken breasts and broccoli, as well as the small cakes and sweets that he hated so much - to be honest, he liked these things, especially after a game, these were absolutely necessary to relieve stress - he was really afraid that after Cristiano finished talking to the nutritionist, these little benefits would be gone.
He immediately interrupted Cristiano and said quickly: "No, Ronnie, there is no need for that. I just think that when we are not training, we can pay attention to such healthy diet and rest!"
"Oh... I've been paying attention." Cristiano shrugged, "But I'm glad you feel the same way. You can throw away those little cakes."
Rooney: “…” Look! He knew that Ronnie had been displeased with his cake for a long time!
Pique and Alan, the only two people who did not send these things to the group, looked at Cristiano and shook their heads slightly at the same time.
Pique covered his mouth and whispered to Alan: "I said Chris wouldn't understand that these things were sent to him specifically. He needs to be more direct and play straight!"
"I don't think Cristiano needs to see this." Alan glanced at Pique, who was standing aside with his arms crossed waiting for everyone to arrive, and said lightly, "He is a person who pays attention to this aspect. He has a very professional professionalism. As he said himself, he really takes good care of his body."
Pique said "Wow" and looked at Alan: "That doesn't sound like something you said."
"I'm just stating the facts." Alan snorted, "The captain and the others are clearly paying too much attention and have lost their composure."
After he finished his comment, he paused and added, “But it’s easy to understand.”
Alan thought that this was normal, a fifteen-year-old kid had to face this situation on his own. At the age of fifteen, he didn't consider himself a compassionate person, but even he felt that this was too cruel for a fifteen-year-old boy who was just starting his football dream.
Even Cristiano never mentioned this. Everyone knows that crying children get candy. Cristiano can cry more than anyone else, but at this time he remained silent.
Alan didn't understand, but for the first time he had an idea that he understood the captain's group of older brothers' inexplicable protectiveness towards Cristiano.
“That’s right.” Pique nodded to Alan in agreement, “Especially on the court, don’t you think? The players on the other side always seem to like to target Chris. I personally think that it’s not just tactical. They just want to see Chris’s reactions after being provoked and tackled.”
Alan looked at Pique and raised his eyebrows inexplicably: "What?"
Pike raised his eyebrows when he saw this, and shook his head: "It seems you didn't notice it. You can observe it next time."
Alan frowned.
Then Pique pursed his lips and added: "Of course, I personally strongly condemn these actions - I am just making an observation."
Alan didn't say anything else, but he silently kept Pique's words in his heart.
It better not be some kind of junk. He thought to himself and glanced coldly at the young Spanish defender.
Finally everyone was there and got on the bus to the airport. Cristiano thought the strange atmosphere in the morning was finally over.
But unexpectedly, after arriving at the airport, Ferdinand took away his bulky suitcase first - the hotels nowadays could not arrange his fitness equipment everywhere like in a few years, so Cristiano brought some small aerobic fitness equipment with him, which caused his suitcase to be overweight and he had to pay an extra fee.
"Well...I can do it myself?" Cristiano was puzzled, but he was still relaxed and grinned at Ferdinand, "Thank you anyway."
Hearing this, Ferdinand raised his hand and rubbed the back of the curly-haired puppy's head twice.
Cristiano grimaced and dodged Ferdinand's hand, having spent the whole morning carefully styling his hair!
He jumped to the side and when he turned around, he found that several people were staring at him with eyes that seemed to want to say something but couldn't. This made his scalp tingle, as if he had done something wrong.
But when he couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to ask, his teammates seemed to have a tacit understanding and all withdrew their gazes.
- In a corner that Cristiano didn't notice, Sir Alex Ferguson glared fiercely at every main player who couldn't control his emotions with a cold look that was almost a warning.
Everyone, restrain yourself! Since Ronnie refuses to talk about his little heart problem, they should know how to give him space!
Giggs cleared his throat and, for the first time, threw a ball over in the VIP lounge and invited Cristiano to play with it.
Alan sneered at this childish heading game. Cristiano stood in the middle like a spinning top, trying to steal the black and white ball that was spinning back and forth under the feet of the big brothers.
But before long, he also joined the game.
He thought to himself that it was childish, but he had to fit in, after all, even Sir Alex Ferguson rarely joined the game.
He looked up at Cristiano, who was obviously having a lot of fun, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly. Tsk, if all the little brats were as easily satisfied as Cristiano, then they wouldn't be that difficult to lead.
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After returning to Manchester City, another game came within a few days.
When Alan saw Cristiano running nimbly on the green field, he subconsciously thought of what Pique said -
"I personally think it was not just tactical, they just wanted to see the reaction Chris had after being provoked and tackled."
"You can observe next time."
Alan narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze like a ruler, carefully sizing up his opponent.
Cristiano made a gesture to Alan, then suddenly moved from the midfield to the wing. Alan kicked the ball to Cristiano, and then he tacitly inserted into the opposite frontcourt, while Rooney followed closely from the other wing.
Cristiano was blocked within seconds of getting the ball, and he tried to get past the defense by cycling.
But it was obvious that the opponent's patience had run out. Annoyed by the boy's swaying figure, one of them stepped forward and directly used his body to push Cristiano away. He also made a lot of small movements with his hands. At the same time, he reached out and pushed, stealing the ball from Chris' feet.
Cristiano was knocked away and had to take a few steps forward due to inertia. He almost rushed into the fans' stands. Fortunately, there was a billboard blocking his way. He supported himself on the billboard with both hands, feeling speechless and helpless. He was knocked to the billboard. He dared to say that if there was no billboard, or if the billboard was shorter, he might have fallen over the billboard.
He was so angry that he laughed. He shook his head as if he was talking to himself, then turned around and looked at the linesman, spreading his hands to signal him, wasn't that a foul?
Alan trotted over and saw the linesman make a gesture, meaning the game should continue.
Cristiano pressed down the corners of his mouth, feeling somewhat helpless and unhappy, and his cheeks bulged slightly.
Alan shook his head when he saw this. Soon, he heard a burst of good-natured laughter and encouragement from the side of the Old Trafford stands near Chris: "Ronnie, come back soon!"
"Don't be angry, boy! You are the best!"
Cristiano pursed his lips slightly, then trotted up happily again.
No expression can be hidden. Alan raised his eyebrows and came to a conclusion.
The game was not very smooth. The score was deadlocked in the first half and no one could shoot into the other's goal. Less than ten minutes into the second half, their goal was lost and a ball was scored.
Cristiano moved forward actively, and Rooney cooperated by moving to the front point to respond.
As soon as the ball was passed, Cristiano was knocked down with his back foot.
He slipped and fell to his knees on the grass, his white shorts covered in mud and green grass from being pushed and tackled so frequently.
He grimaced in pain and rubbed his tailbone. The skin under his eyes was red from the intense running and being knocked down in the race.
This was obviously a malicious foul, the ball was not even at Cristiano's feet!
Alan, Ferdinand and Neville all ran up quickly. Keane sullenly pushed away the guy who had knocked Cristiano down from behind with both hands: "What the hell are you doing?!"
Cristiano sat on the ground, waiting for news from the referee.
He looked at Keane. The captain obviously put the pressure on the player who committed the foul. Cristiano eagerly signaled Neville and Ferdinand with his eyes to put pressure on the referee!
Neville was also angry about the off-ball foul by the opposing player. Damn, this was a completely unnecessary attack!
But he met Cristiano's eyes the next second, paused, took a deep breath to suppress his anger, nodded to Chris inconspicuously, and tacitly pulled Ferdinand towards the referee.
Alan looked at the player who committed the foul and noticed that the man was paying attention to Cristiano, and when he heard Keane's angry questions, the man just spread his hands.
The referee gave a verbal warning.
Pique trotted over and pulled Cristiano up. His eyes met Alan's. He raised his eyebrows at Alan and said silently: "What did I say?"
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