Chapter 96
Cristiano's answer did not satisfy the reporters who interviewed him. They did not see Ronaldo feeling regretful and blaming himself for losing the penalty. This was not the answer they wanted.
The other party was even arrogant and rude enough.
So the reporters immediately asked: "So what do you think of this game?"
"You were given a lot of attention in this game. This was the Chelsea coach's tactic, and you did lose several offensive opportunities, so it was indeed effective?"
——They tried to provoke the anger of the young and fiery Red Devils.
Cristiano has long been accustomed to the style of these reporters. He even wants to laugh. No matter whether it is more than ten years later or more than ten years ago, the style of these reporters has never changed as if it has been passed down.
But it didn't work for him.
He replied: "I don't think there is anything worthy of my evaluation. Mourinho showed his attention to me, which shows that I am indeed a threat, right? I lost several offensive opportunities, but I seized the most important one, which is enough. Whether the tactics are effective or not, you have to ask Mourinho, I can only see the results."
The reporters' eyes immediately lit up with excitement.
result? The result is that Chelsea left the Champions League stage this season, and Manchester United Red Devils got a ticket to the final!
This is a blatant tit-for-tat and provocation!
The reporters immediately put aside their dissatisfaction with the previous answers and had better content to play with.
Mourinho, who is also Portuguese, was furious about missing out on the Champions League when he learned Cristiano's answer.
"Yes, he is a child, a young, ignorant child. If he speaks so immaturely and disrespectfully, then I can only doubt whether he has received any education."
"Maybe it was because of his miserable childhood and lack of money to go to school that this happened."①
Mourinho's accusations and Cristiano's remarks immediately filled the newspapers, as if the two Portuguese players were instantly at loggerheads.
Ferguson's move to join the battlefield was more like pouring a glass of water into a boiling oil pan.
When he saw Mourinho's speech, the staff on that floor of the club office could hear the Manchester United coach's angry curse -
"Right now, right now! Arrange a reporter interview for me! Damn the Portuguese, fuck Mourinho, where is his demeanor? To blame an innocent child? Just because the child told the damn truth!"
Queiroz, who was in the office, thought to himself that although Ronnie was just telling the truth, those words were like adding fuel to the fire for the coach of the most competitive club that had just lost the qualification for the Champions League.
He was not surprised at all that the already arrogant coach started firing directly.
If Ferguson wanted a reporter, he would get one immediately.
Every media outlet is extremely keen on the tension between the three people this time.
——Although Cristiano didn't think this was "explosive" at all.
He didn't feel anything when he saw Mourinho's answer. He had worked with the Portuguese coach for three seasons. Although the results and efficiency of three Champions League cups in three years were not very brilliant for Real Madrid, it was enough for him to know more about Mourinho.
He and Mourinho are of the same type. Their desire for victory is unmatched. They only focus on the current situation. Even if there is a war of words, it is only temporary, so he does not care what the other party says, not to mention the so-called "counterattack" that reporters always expect.
However, Cristiano's silence was obviously regarded by Ferguson and other teammates as depression after being attacked by malicious words.
Ferdinand said cryptically on the show: "The atmosphere in our locker room is very good because we always have a prankster who no one dislikes. But I don't know what happened recently. I don't know if it was because of some inappropriate and biased attacks. He is a little depressed. We all hope that he can be happy as soon as possible."
Ferguson pointed out Mourinho directly: "I don't know if Mourinho's purpose in saying this is to make my child feel uneasy and frustrated. He used very sarcastic language to attack a young player, which is very bad."
"Even if someone comes from a poor working-class family, it doesn't mean they lack education. Cristiano has a strong sense of morality, so he didn't respond to the accusation, which was totally inappropriate and unfounded."
"Having a sense of morality is a person's character, regardless of whether he has received a superior education. However, many people who claim to have received a superior education have no principles at all."②
Ferguson responded sharply to Mourinho's remarks, and the two coaches dominated the sports magazines' attention for the week.
Mendes scratched his still thick hair. Mourinho and Cristiano, one was his most popular coach, and the other was his most popular star. Both Portuguese players who were the top in their respective fields, suddenly opened fire behind his back!
Oh my god.
Mendes doesn't want to see such an awkward confrontation at all. He is also hoping that the two of them will attend some events, endorsements or shows together in the near future.
But Mendes knew that Mourinho must be at his most angry at the moment, so he had no intention of getting close to him.
He first tried to test the young man who looked more peaceful: "Cristiano, hey, how are you doing recently? I know you must be a little sad. Listen to me, don't listen to any of that bullshit. Mourinho is like this. His temper gets to the top of his head and his mouth is not controlled by his brain. When he calms down, he will realize that he has done something wrong."
"Hmm?" Cristiano on the other end of the phone made a wet nasal sound. He was panting, his breathing was heavy, and there was a wet, upward tail sound.
Even though it was just a simple nasal sound, combined with the sound of electricity and breathing through the phone, Mendes immediately realized that the person on the other end seemed to be busy.
He took a deep breath and immediately asked dryly, "I, um...you're not alone now?"
"Um... yes, is there anything wrong, Jorge?" Cristiano snorted softly. He took a deep breath before finding his voice. With a hint of patience, he asked Jorge while panting.
Mendes' ears almost burned as he listened to the voice on the other end of the phone. What the hell? He was obviously the older one who had seen more of the world, so why would he be embarrassed because he caught his athletes doing that kind of thing?
He coughed lightly and reminded stumblingly, "...There are still games this week, Cristiano, um, you...I know you do need to vent a little, but...be restrained?"
"What?" Cristiano was obviously stunned on the phone for a few seconds, then laughed out loud.
Mendes even shook his head in his mind at an inappropriate time, thinking that the boy was still too inexperienced. Laughing like this in bed would leave a terrible impression on his bed partner and would not be conducive to his "performance".
"Yes, Jorge, I know I have a game this week, so I'm receiving physiotherapy at the club now." Cristiano explained while holding back the laughter in his throat. He had to sit up and look at his physiotherapist apologetically, indicating that he had to pause.
Mendes: “…”
Ahhhh. What stupid things did he say? !
"Then, then you continue? I'm fine! That's it, I'm hanging up first!" Mendes hung up the phone in embarrassment and haste.
Cristiano even heard a small sigh from his agent before the call was disconnected.
He laughed so hard that he fell back onto the therapy bed. He rarely saw this side of his capable agent. It was so rare that it was worth recording.
He laughed so hard that tears came out, and then sent Mendes another message:
[C: I don’t care what he said, and you don’t have to worry about it. It won’t affect anything.]
[C: P.S., Jorge, maybe you should give yourself a break? Encounter romantic love? Don’t suppress it for too long :)]
After he sent the message, he licked his canine teeth with a smile, as if his prank was successful, and turned to his physical therapist with satisfaction and said, "Sorry, we can continue now."
Mendes received Cristiano's message and felt relieved for just two seconds, but then he saw a new message. He clenched his phone and gritted his teeth angrily.
Damn little Portuguese.
[Jorge: Get lost, stop causing me trouble]
He replied and soon received a laughing emoticon from Cristiano. He shook his head and then laughed too.
Cristiano's attitude made him feel much more at ease, and the only thing left was Mourinho's side.
Wait a few more days. Just like he said to Cristiano, once Mourinho calms down, that person makes sense. Mendes knows the coaches and players he signed very well.
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"Mendez actually thought I was..." Cristiano shared the misunderstanding caused by his agent with his lover on the phone.
He laughed so hard that he couldn't help laughing. He chuckled quietly under the covers: "I think he is the one who wants to do that."
He and Kaka had just been kicked out of the time allowed by the system. Cristiano remembered that he had not had time to share this with Kaka, so he made a phone call to talk about it specifically.
Kaka's ears felt slightly hot when he heard this. When Cristiano and he were in the system space just now, he was doing physical training, and Cristiano was receiving system physical therapy recovery - he had to say that it was not Mendes' fault for thinking in the wrong way.
Cristiano was always able to endure pain in crucial game situations, but in private, Kaka had seen how much Cristiano liked to whimper and complain to his close friends, with light snoring and sweet breathing sounds unconsciously coming out of his throat.
He guessed that this was because when Cristiano was at Manchester United, most of his main teammates were older than him. In addition, due to Sir Alex Ferguson's preference, Cristiano always received a lot of care and love from the elders, and therefore Cristiano was very good at acting like a spoiled child.
Kaka thought to himself, and after thinking about it, he corrected it - maybe it shouldn't be called acting coquettishly, it's more like subconsciously and unconsciously expressing one's emotions to people close to him, a kind of intimacy that is difficult to be disgusted with.
It's sweet and warms your heart, like hot syrup just out of the oven.
In his previous life at Real Madrid, he was the first teammate to accompany Cristiano to the physiotherapist, and after that time, he always tried to go to the physiotherapist with Cristiano.
- To be honest, this accompanying spot is not that easy to get. Cristiano is too popular in the club and is always willing to accept invitations from others. Before Kaka has sorted out his emotions, he always has to spend a lot of time and effort to grab this accompanying spot without being noticed, or he might be depressed that Cristiano was "reserved" by someone else.
He thought of Cristiano lying on the narrow therapy bed beside him during his first therapy session, making soft nasal sounds and moist gasps, as well as soft complaints and mutters, and the pink area around his eyelids looked like he would cry at any time.
At that time he thought, God, this cannot be seen by other people. If someone has bad intentions, they will definitely want to make Cristiano cry.
"He's been under a lot of pressure lately." Kakala returned to his thoughts, coughed lightly, and tried to tactfully and pertinently say, "But Cris, when you were doing physical therapy at the club, you went alone, right?"
"Hmm?" Cristiano made a puzzled nasal sound. What kind of question was this?
And Kaka's teammates - who were originally pretending to organize their own clutter but were actually eavesdropping, now all turned their heads to look at Kaka with a weird and speechless expression.
Kaka realized that his question might be a little inappropriate. He cleared his throat and said in a gentle and serious voice: "I mean, do you need someone to accompany you?"
"I'm not a child anymore, remember Kaka?" Cristiano laughed. He pinched his nose helplessly and spoke in a muffled voice. He wondered in his heart, why did everyone think that he needed someone to accompany him to see the physiotherapist?
BOSS, Keane, Giggs, Neville...even Alan and Pique thought he needed someone to accompany him.
- Cristiano didn't know that these people even arranged a schedule and who would watch Cristiano go to the physiotherapist on which day.
Kaka felt relieved after hearing what Cristiano said.
He chatted with Cristiano for a while until Maldini came over and Kaka ended the call.
"Everything is ready, right? I can leave anytime, let's go to the restaurant." Kaka blinked and looked at Maldini.
They had just finished training and Gattuso suggested going out for dinner together. They hadn't had dinner together for a long time - the reason for the dinner this time was that the weather in Milan had been so good recently that it hadn't rained for two consecutive weeks.
Maldini looked at the young man who was pretending to be innocent with amusement and said, "You have to take care of the hungry Nesta. Can't you two go back to the room after dinner and make a phone call?"
Kaka pursed his lips embarrassedly, and after getting in the car, he was teased by Inzaghi and Shevchenko.
Shevchenko winked at Kaka: "You made that request to Ronaldo, isn't it for the same reason as the one time you didn't let me see the photo?"
Before Kaka could refute, Costa shouted, "What? He didn't let you see the photo either? Cristiano's?"
"Also?" Shevchenko got the point accurately. He raised his eyebrows and raised his voice. "Wow Kaka, it's just a photo. What on earth are you... huh?"
Gattuso heard the gossip and came over to put his arm around Kaka’s neck: “Wow, I didn’t expect that Kaka you are quite… possessive?”
"Oh Kaka, my sweetheart, so, Ronaldo is your first love? FIRST CRUSH?" Inzaghi dragged out the last word and looked at their holy son Kaka with slightly raised eyes.
“…Why do you say that?” Kaka coughed lightly, neither denying nor admitting. To the world, Cristiano is his FIRST CRUSH and his ONLY crush.
Inzaghi raised the corner of his mouth smugly: "Because you look like a silly boy who falls in love with someone for the first time."
Hearing this, Kaka couldn't help but lower his head and gently touched his nose, smiling a little embarrassedly. He had to admit that he really only experienced what it felt like to be in love with Cristiano: it turned out that it was not only respect and understanding of these beautiful emotions and words, but also full of sour letting go, sweet loss and recovery, spicy possessive desire... mixed feelings.
Cristiano is very good at loving someone, and he learned to love from Cristiano.
"Listen to me, you are too strict, you will drive the little boy away." He gently bumped Kaka with his shoulder, "especially Ronaldo. Look at him, he always looks spoiled and indulged. He will definitely not like you to control him like this."
"I agree. I'm afraid his teammates have always spoiled him and won't contradict him."
Crespo then complained: "I thought Alan Smith would give Ronaldo a hard time after joining Manchester United. That guy is famous for his bad temper and can't stand Ronaldo's fancy playing skills. But I didn't expect that Manchester United is like a big dye vat. Whoever enters will be dyed into the color of doting Ronaldo?"
"Oh my God, your description gave me goose bumps. It's not that exaggerated." Gattuso rubbed his arms.
"Look at his speech. This time Mourinho blasted Ronaldo. Alan Smith almost mentioned him by name in the pre-match interview of the English League Cup -"
"'I suggest that when some coaches lose their temper, they should figure out why they are really angry? Maybe they should review the reasons for their failure? At least I know it will never be because a young player told the truth.'" Crespo rolled his eyes. "Aren't the British very good at being sarcastic? How come one or two of them are almost out of control this time?"
Kaka smiled as he listened to his teammates' gossip. He was very happy to see Cristiano being protected by his teammates. This at least made him feel more at ease that he could not be with him.
Inzaghi was even more amused. "Alan Smith, isn't he the one that the English tabloids said Ronaldo stared at during the first match against the opponent? Kaka, I think I understand your sense of urgency, but you still need to be careful about the scale, okay?"
Kaka: “…”
No, he wasn't targeting Alan.
He just didn't want anyone other than himself to see Cristiano in the physiotherapy room.
But he couldn't explain this, so he could only put on a polite smile.
The reliable captain Maldini finally stopped the teasing and jeers from the other members of the team before Kaka was about to surrender and run away: "Okay, can't you see that Kaka is about to jump out of the car because of what you guys are saying? Stop it, friends."
Kaka: “…”
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In fact, Cristiano has been reporting to the physiotherapist since the second leg of the last semi-final.
Three consecutive high-intensity matches have taken their toll on his muscles. Relying on the existence of a system-based space physiotherapy room, Cristiano rarely reported to the club's physiotherapist, but only maintained the minimum required number of reports. For the same physiotherapy recovery, he would rather stay in the space with Kaka to receive the system's relief, and he would like to spend the time outside the space with Van der Sar.
But this time, Cristiano was caught off guard by Queiroz and was exposed for not going to the physiotherapist, so there was no need for Ferguson to mention it at all. Manchester United's main players took turns to take Cristiano to report to the physiotherapist every day.
The muscle relief therapy in the first two days was so intense that even Cristiano couldn't help but groan. He felt like he had just taken a sauna and came out of the therapy room drenched in sweat.
Ferdinand, who went with Cristiano, also received muscle relief therapy after the game. After returning, he said to his teammates: "You have to make sure he goes on time. The kid cried in pain in the therapy room and several physiotherapists didn't dare to move."
Alan said he would keep an eye on it for the next two days.
Ferdinand was very confident about this, he would be soft-hearted, Keane might be too, not to mention Neville, but Alan, their reliable violent striker, would never be soft-hearted because of the tears of the curly-haired puppy.
Cristiano was surprised to see that Alan had come with him for physical therapy for several days in a row. It was not until the fourth day that he knew what Ferdinand had said in private. He could not help but roll his eyes.
Leo, it's Leo again. It was also Leo who said last time that he was bleeding in the locker room.
"No physiotherapist dared to move. Did they move too hard? Besides, I didn't cry, I didn't cry. Alan, did you see me crying?" Cristiano stared at Alan with wide eyes.
Alan silently looked at Cristiano, whose wet curly hair and flushed face were in front of him. Their golden number seven had sincere and moist eyes, and the drooping corners of his eyes made him look even more harmless and pitiful.
Alan snorted perfunctorily, thinking in his heart, damn it, let's get someone else to take over tomorrow, he couldn't stand it anymore anyway.
So the next time Cristiano came for physiotherapy, it was Pique who took over.
Cristiano: “…”
Annoying Spanish people.
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