Chapter 86
At the start of the second half, the score remained firmly at one to zero.
Until the last ten minutes, the situation suddenly became tense. In just a few minutes, AC Milan's goal was attacked by three consecutive fierce shots from the opponent.
Goalkeeper Dida made two desperate saves, and the last ball was a lob shot from a small angle outside the penalty area that went into the net, leaving everyone helpless.
There was a sudden uproar in the stands, as if the sky was about to be broken.
"In the last ten minutes of the regular game, Inter Milan equalized the score! Everything is back to the starting point!" the commentator sitting in the broadcast room shouted loudly.
Cristiano stood in the box in the stands, with his arms folded, his lips tightly pursed, staring at the field in silence.
Simeone and Bosco remained silent, but Digan held his head in excitement, gasped and whispered, "We're not going to play overtime, are we?"
Cristiano looked at the field and saw Ancenotti standing at the edge of the coaching bench, saying something loudly to Kaka on the field and gesturing to retreat.
——No one wants to concede a goal in the last few minutes and end the game completely.
Cristiano exhaled, sat back in his seat, and answered Digan: "Probably."
Sure enough, the game went into overtime.
The players' physical strength was obviously not as abundant as before. Ancenotti and the opposing coach both used their power to make substitutions in the first ten minutes of overtime.
AC Milan's frontcourt is still the most classic trident lineup.
Shevchenko on the front line can break through, shoot and pass, Crespo is a typical opportunist, and in the attacking midfielder position, Kaka can organize the attack, make the ball and also has the aggressiveness of shooting. This front line combination is the most threatening force of AC Milan.
AC Milan fans sang loudly on the sidelines, hoping that this time the trident could still lead them to pierce the opponent's goal as before.
However, until the end of the overtime, a full thirty minutes plus three minutes of injury time, neither side was able to score any more goals.
"Penalty shootout!" the commentator shouted excitedly, "In the Italian Super Cup final, AC Milan vs. Inter Milan ushered in a cruel penalty shootout moment!"
Cristiano frowned slightly.
He looked at the field and saw his lover closing his eyes deeply, his black hair sticking to his forehead with sweat. He looked extremely tired. After playing for nearly 130 minutes, any player's energy pool would be on the verge of exhaustion.
Cristiano held the handrail tightly, his eyes locked on Kaka, and his lover seemed to sense something, opened his eyes and looked up at the stands.
The two men's eyes met and Kaka smiled, which made Cristiano feel relieved.
Di Gan in the family box covered his mouth with his hands, very nervous, his feet shaking unconsciously. Simone and Bosco couldn't help but shake hands nervously, but Simone still noticed Di Gan's shaking feet, and she suddenly slapped Di Gan's thigh with a crisp "pa".
Cristiano subconsciously turned his head to look over, and saw Di Gan rubbing his legs with his teeth bared, but he looked like he was used to it.
"I wonder if Kaka will be the first to play?" Digan looked at Cristiano. "The first one will be under the most pressure, and the last one will also be under a lot of pressure. What if something happens in between..."
Digan spat quickly and put his hands together and prayed quickly: "Ah, don't be the first or the last."
Cristiano's nervousness was dispelled by Di Gan. He smiled, looked at the field and said, "Maybe it's the third one."
"Their first penalty taker is Pirlo, but the last time Juventus ended the penalty shootout was Shevchenko. Carlo might be superstitious and put Shevchenko first, Pirlo second, and Kaka third."
Di Gan looked at Cristiano in surprise. Soon, AC Milan's lineup was announced. Just as Cristiano said, Shevchenko was first, Pirlo was second, Kaka was third, and Crespo and Nesta were fourth and fifth.
"You guessed it!" Di Gan looked at Cristiano in disbelief and a little admiration.
Cristiano raised his eyebrows, he had worked with Ancelotti for several seasons, it was a very pleasant collaboration, he knew the coach as well as the other knew himself.
"It's about to start." Cristiano said softly while looking at the field.
Shevchenko stood on the penalty spot, and the first and second balls both fell into the net. Neither AC Milan nor Inter Milan conceded a goal, and cheers broke out in the stadium.
Then there is Kaka.
He stood in front of the goal, took a run-up, and then kicked the ball!
The ball hit the net with a powerful right foot shot!
Simeone and Bosco jumped up and cheered, but soon continued to watch the follow-up nervously.
"The last ball! It was saved by AC Milan goalkeeper Dida!!! Penalty shootout 5-4! Congratulations to AC Milan! They successfully won the Italian Super Cup!!" the commentator shouted.
Cristiano grinned, leaned over and hugged Simeone and others to celebrate, then turned and looked at the green field.
All the club staff and substitute players swarmed onto the field. Cristiano saw his lover struggling and out of place to squeeze out of the crowd, pointing her hands happily towards the stands.
He narrowed his eyes, waved at Kaka, and then made a simple gesture, indicating that he and Simeone would return to the hotel first.
There will be an award parade and interviews in the coming time. Cristiano does not want to encounter a situation like the last night in Istanbul again, even if it is a challenge to Sir Alex Ferguson's heart.
After the excitement of the celebration on the field died down, all the players returned to the locker room one after another.
Maldini saw Kaka's urgency, as if receiving awards and parading, which were all glorious things, were not as important as being with his young boyfriend and family.
He shook his head with a smile, but today was the championship night and Kaka's wish obviously could not be fulfilled.
"Just stay here from beginning to end." Maldini said to Kaka, squinting his eyes, as if he could see through Kaka's mind, "Ronaldo will not disappear, now just celebrate and enjoy this victory night."
Kaka smiled, pursed his lips and nodded: "I have no plans... Of course, I admit that I would rather go back now, but Cristiano has agreed with me that he will wait for me in the hotel room, no matter how late it is."
Maldini twitched his lips. From what Kaka said, it seemed that if Ronaldo had not said so in advance, Kaka would immediately skip the celebration and award ceremony.
Crespo shook his head and looked at Kaka in wonder, as if he was looking at a strange creature: "The trophy, the lights, the screams, the applause, the beauties... Kaka, these really can't attract you even a little bit?"
"These are very attractive, my friend." Kaka replied with a smile while changing into clean clothes, "but what's more important is whether there is that extremely special person who can share these with you on the spot."
"If there are, these will be the best moments that cannot be replaced by anything," Kaka said.
But if not, he thought to himself, he would prefer to trade his extended time in the parade for being in the room with Cristiano.
Inzaghi stood by Kaka's closet and listened, and couldn't help but twitched his lips: "Kaka, if you cover your face, this sentence would not be surprising if it was said by any man over 30 or 40 years old, but it would never be surprising if it was said by a young man."
Kaka raised his eyebrows and said nothing.
Cristiano familiarly led Simeone, Bosco and Di Gan out of the box's exclusive passage.
But it is obvious that the gossipy reporters and media will not let him go easily, so before leaving, Cristiano asked Di Gan to take Simeone and Bosco and act separately from him.
Di Gan nodded, and when he, Simeone and Bosco came out from the other end, they saw a flash of lights and a noisy scene in Cristiano's direction, which was no less than the flash of lights at the other end of the stadium.
Simone couldn't help but gasp when she saw this. She widened her eyes and asked Digan: "Oh my God, so many people? This is not England..."
"Mom, you have to know that football is a global sport, and your eldest son's boyfriend has exploded in the entire football world like a planet hitting the earth. No matter if he is in England or somewhere else, there are so many paparazzi following him wherever he goes." Di Gan pretended to be a mature adult who understood the situation. As he spoke, he straightened his back, as if he was quite proud of it.
Simone was shocked when she heard this. Although she had seen those reporters and paparazzi lurking around her son, they always kept a distance that allowed people to breathe. This was the first time she saw these reporters like jackals and tigers, as if they wanted to swallow Cristiano into their stomachs.
"Oh my God, Cristiano needs bodyguards. Look at those reporters and photographers..." Simeone hesitated. She stared at them with some worry. If Dolores saw these scenes, poor Dolly would be very worried.
Bosco nodded in agreement.
"Okay mom and dad, he can handle this, let's go to the car and do as he says and don't cause any more trouble," Di Gan urged, keeping in mind the task Cristiano had given him.
Although Cristiano is only a few months older than him, in Di Gan's heart, the other party is his second brother, the kind that he listens to and does whatever he says.
Cristiano was blocked by reporters again, asking why he was here and his evaluation of the game...
Only after he dealt with the media was he finally able to get away and return to his car.
Although it took a lot of time, at least being surrounded by a group of reporters was much more controllable than being surrounded by a group of fans.
Ferguson, who was far away in England, was not surprised at all to see Cristiano appear in the box stands. He even breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the little Portuguese appear in the audience.
Look at those nonsense gossip media, such as "Portugal's golden boy meets the girl's parents", "Manchester United star has a romantic encounter with a new love in Italy"...
It's obviously with Kaka's family.
——This is much better than letting him know that Cristiano is wasting his energy with some woman.
Ferguson was extremely satisfied with Cristiano's obedience. As expected, he stayed within his limits and did not go to those places of entertainment. You know, boys of their age are always curious about this, not to mention that young boys like Cristiano who are handsome, can play football and have money are always attractive and have a market.
"Like you said, a boy like Ronaldo has never been to those places?" Martin looked at his father with wide eyes, "This is incredible, don't you think this is a bit wrong?"
Ferguson raised his eyebrows: "Unbelievable? Something's wrong?"
"So, Martin, tell me, how many times have you been in jail when you were this age?" He snorted coldly and looked at his eldest son, slightly raising the corners of his mouth inconspicuously.
Martin: “…”
Ferguson looked at the back of his eldest son who was fleeing in panic and snorted again.
Of course, he was very sure that his golden boy had never been to any of those messy bars.
He had spies in every target bar in Manchester - including some of the Go Go bars, which were bars that he always had to monitor from all angles - but so far his spies had reported Rooney's whereabouts several times.
But Cristiano? Zero times.
From this, Ferguson further understood Cristiano's seriousness and focus on his football career.
He thought this was a very good start. He was always angry about those who neglected training because of their love-sick minds. He thought that he would not have to worry about Cristiano having such a problem at least in the short term.
- Look at their golden number seven. Even when he is on vacation, he will not miss a crucial final. Cristiano's obsession and persistence with football are unquestionable!
Cristiano had no idea what was happening. He snuggled in the soft mattress in the hotel room and sneezed violently several times.
"Are you catching a cold, Cris?" Kaka lowered his head and touched Cristiano's forehead.
"Of course not." Cristiano rubbed the tip of his nose twice and grinned, "Maybe someone missed me."
Kaka laughed when he heard that. He turned off the warm-toned bedside lamp and said softly in the dim light with a smile: "I am sure of that."
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After the Super Cup, everyone got a few days of holiday time, so Kaka was able to take Simeone and others for a walk around the area.
Cristiano walked together openly, and even when they were photographed by paparazzi, no one thought anything wrong. At most, they would sigh that these two rising stars in the football world actually have a good relationship.
On the last day before Simone and his friends left, they did not go out, but stayed on the hotel's private beach to enjoy a rare quiet sunbathing.
Only this beach is relatively quiet. Due to the good management of hotel security, paparazzi are rarely seen on this beach.
Cristiano lay on the beach chair, yelling at Kaka to put sunscreen and tanning cream on him, but before Kaka could agree or refuse, he received a call from his agent.
"Jorge? What's the matter?" Cristiano was a little surprised to receive a call from Mendes at this time - his agent rarely called to interrupt his vacation when he knew he was on vacation, unless there was something important.
"Where am I? I'm on vacation, don't you know that?" He raised his eyebrows.
Kaka looked over when he heard Cristiano's words, and he became slightly nervous. Their agent called at this time, and he had to make some guesses - was it because something was photographed about the two of them?
"Kaka is next to me." Cristiano said again, he raised his eyebrows slightly, with a hint of surprise on his face, which made Kaka even more nervous.
"Okay, I'll tell him. We both have time these two days... Come on, I know his schedule, okay, okay, I'll ask him again." Cristiano said a few words to Mendes and hung up the phone.
Kaka frowned slightly: "What happened?"
Cristiano touched the tip of his nose, looking a little surprised and stunned: "Giorgio Armani."
"What?" This was an answer that Kaka did not expect at all, and he had not even reacted yet.
"I mean, Giorgio Armani, to be precise, the chief officer of Armani, they seem to want to meet us and talk about cooperation." Cristiano explained, "Jorge knew we were together, so he arranged a time when we were both free."
"I answered him directly, but he felt that I could not answer the question about the arrangement on your behalf and asked me to ask you again." Cristiano raised his eyebrows and smiled meaningfully. He deliberately turned down the corners of his mouth and made a pitiful and aggrieved face.
Carcassonne's nerves were tense, but when he saw Cristiano's face, he couldn't help but shake his head and laugh.
Mendes was still a little bit unbelievable after hanging up the phone. It took him more than a minute to calm down his excitement and agitation - to be honest, he is no longer the football agent who had just started out a few years ago. The transfer amounts and commercial contracts he has handled totaled hundreds of millions. He is now an agent who has seen the world.
But this time is different. This time he gave Armani the files of his two most profitable cash cows without any hope. He just had this quota, but everyone knows how much these two people share the same hatred for the enemy in their private dressing styles.
Even though he has gotten rid of most of his bad pieces, he can't stop Cristiano from loving bright colors, and Kaka from loving plaid shirts that make him look ten years older.
However, he received a reply from Armani, and even a personal call from the chief executive, who clearly stated that it was Mr. Armani who praised Cristiano Ronaldo and left him a very deep and good impression.
——As for Kaka, Kaka was indeed on the list selected by the operation team below.
"Cristiano! Where the hell are you?! When did you meet Giorgio Armani?! God, you didn't tell me something so important?!"
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