Chapter 209
The Harvest Goddess Square was bustling with people, and you couldn't tell that it was already past midnight of the next day. It was packed with excited fans.
The open-top bus full of players drove into the square at an extremely slow speed. Everyone stood on the open top of the bus to celebrate. The club's song was playing on the bus. As soon as the familiar music sounded, Cristiano immediately grabbed the microphone: "Come on! Sing with me!"
Modric and Benzema were also in high spirits, cheering loudly for a rare occasion. When they heard Cristiano's words, they came over and turned to look for the staff, asking them to bring more microphones.
"Where is Marcelo?" Modric was a little surprised that he didn't see Marcelo, who always liked to be lively and sing. He looked everywhere, and then he saw Marcelo and Pepe standing seven or eight people away from them.
"Come here!" Benzema called.
Marcelo glanced at Cristiano who was holding the microphone, and shook his head with a fake smile at the two of them: "No, I think it's enough for me to just enjoy your singing."
Pepe nodded calmly, while Kaka beside him swayed his body slowly to the music. He curled his eyes and said, "Cristiano is a good singer. You will have a lot of fun with him."
Modric and Benzema stopped talking after hearing this. They excitedly took the microphones handed to them by the staff.
Cristiano hooked Benzema's neck, happily picked up the microphone, and faced the fans outside the car: "Let's sing together!"
Benzema paused for a moment, then turned to look at Cristiano, and saw the Portuguese holding up the microphone with his eyes half closed, singing with great devotion.
"Ya salen las estrellas (Now the stars are rising)..."
He opened his mouth and tried hard to follow the tune that Cristiano had changed a few degrees from the original song.
"Llevo tu camiseta (I put on your armor)
Pegada al corazón (Bring it close to the soul)"
Benzema cleared his throat, trying to get the tune back, then looked at Modric standing beside him. The midfielder was holding the microphone stiffly, as if he didn't know what to do.
Cristiano opened his eyes and did not hear Modric's voice joining in. He immediately turned to the Croatian enthusiastically and waved vigorously at him, signaling Modric to join in the chorus.
“…”
Raul and Casillas were standing on the other side of the bus, laughing so hard that they could hardly stand up straight. Casillas waved his hand and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes: "Cristiano has just joined the club, it's normal that he hasn't got into the rhythm and tune yet!"
"Yes, I agree." Raul said, taking a video with his mobile phone. "I have to send this to Luis. He will like it. Hahaha."
Casillas' mouth twitched when he heard this, but he also agreed. Yes, Luis would definitely like to listen to the beautiful singing voice of their captain.
Figo, who was far away in Italy, received a pop-up message from his former Real Madrid teammate. He thought it was a reply to the congratulatory text message he had sent earlier - he sent it to Cristiano first, but the little bastard was obviously too happy to be distracted by his own phone for a moment - Figo raised his eyebrows, he received a video.
He clicked on the video, and the moment he did, the loud volume of the speaker almost knocked him over.
Then he calmed down and carefully identified it. Oh, it was Cristiano.
It really is, just as always.
Figo listened for a few seconds and couldn't help but turn off the mute. Their Portuguese Strawberry was singing with great devotion. He just needed to watch and didn't need to listen.
At the other end of the open-top bus, Ramos noticed a chorus going on and immediately joined in: "We can't do this without sese!"
Cristiano glanced at Ramos and muttered unhappily: "You squeezed Luca so that he had no place to stand!"
"I tried to squeeze Karim, but he couldn't get through," Ramos said.
Karim acted as if he didn't hear anything. He still stood steadily beside Cristiano, holding the microphone to Cristiano's mouth.
Seeing this, Ramos listened to the beat while taking the microphone from Modric's hand, then swaggered and put his arm on Cristiano's shoulder, smoothly and fluently entered the beat, and sang with Cristiano -
“Los días que tú juegas (The days and months you fought),
That is all I have! ..."
Cristiano blinked his eyes. Wow, it turns out that young Ramos can sing very well. That’s really good.
The first time Ramos sang just a few lines, he almost couldn't hold back his laughter, and a little cold sweat appeared on his forehead. Cristiano almost lost his tune! This is horrible.
Benzema breathed a sigh of relief. With Ramos around, he wasn't easily led astray by Chris.
Cristiano was happy, and Ramos was also very satisfied. He stood up and waved the club scarf in his hand to the crowd, and then sang the climax of the lyrics loudly -
"Madrid, Madrid, MADRID——!"
Each sentence was higher in pitch than the last. Cristiano quickly realized that he could not sing anymore and immediately handed his microphone to Ramos' mouth.
"MADRID!"
Cristiano, who was in charge of the atmosphere, applauded and cheered as well. Ramos almost bent over with laughter. Fortunately, he was still steady enough, at least in singing. He sang the climax part steadily before stepping back from the edge of the bus. He had to gasp for breath to catch his breath after laughing so hard.
"Cristiano, you are amazing. If you can't sing, just give me the microphone?" Ramos tried to rub Cristiano's face, but the Portuguese quickly dodged.
"Those who are capable should do more work." Cristiano said, he made a face at Ramos, then turned and ran to Kaka.
Cristiano was like a nimble fish on the open-top bus, swimming around everywhere, and he could be seen hugging and cuddling everyone everywhere.
Ramos looked around but didn't find anything interesting. After Raul and Casillas celebrated the first half, they sat aside to chat.
He shook his head and stood at the front of the car to take a look. He saw countless fans standing outside, shouting at him, "Ramos! Let's see the trophy again! Ramos!"
Ramos's blood rushed to his head after hearing the shout. He immediately took the trophy from Raul again with excitement, held it high above his head with both hands, and showed their championship glory to the fans gathered by the car: "Hala——!"
Before he could finish his words, his hands holding the trophy base slipped, and the 15-kilogram King's Cup fell straight out of Ramos' hands and landed directly in front of the front of the parade open-top bus.
Ramos took a breath. Would he get crushed if he fell from a height of five meters?
This thought flashed through his mind as soon as he moved half of his body to look. The next second, he saw the silver King's Cup being mercilessly rolled under the wheels of the slowly moving bus.
The bus shook noticeably, Ramos covered his mouth and widened his eyes, then he immediately squatted down and hid in the corner.
God, what stupid thing had he done? !
The players on the open-top bus had not yet reacted to what was happening. Most of them were still celebrating or chatting and eating at the other end. No one realized that their King's Cup had run under the wheels of the bus.
Ramos huddled in the corner and slowly moved to Cristiano and Kaka. He reached out and tugged at Cristiano's calf: "Chris! Chris!"
Cristiano lowered his head and his eyelids jumped when he saw this. He was very familiar with Ramos' expression.
The last time he saw him was also during the parade, when his damn vice-captain - Ramos was already the vice-captain at that time - grabbed the bottom edge of his shorts with a panicked look on his face, almost pulling his pants off, and then told him - "Oh my God, Chris, did I drop the King's Cup?"
"Say it again?!" Cristiano's eyes widened, and Kaka beside him hurriedly told the driver to stop the car.
——To be honest, Kaka is almost familiar with this, as they did the same thing last time.
The players who reacted quickly leaned over to look under the car, and the driver got out to check the situation.
Not long after, the driver pulled the trophy out from under the car. The crushed King's Cup was like a crooked tree, and the base was shattered into pieces.
Raul and his companions were so shocked that they were speechless for a moment. No one could have imagined that such a thing would happen. Ramos didn't even dare to stand up and huddled pitifully in the corner.
The fans finally understood what was happening here. After a brief shock, the crowd burst into new celebrations, cheers and laughter, as if this had not affected their interest and mood at all.
"Okay, get up, sese, see, no one blames you." Cristiano kicked Ramos who was clinging to his calf with amusement, he twitched the corner of his mouth and lifted up the future defender with a sword.
Ramos listened to the cheers that had been restored in his ears and then he carefully confirmed that no one really cared about this matter. He looked around a little awkwardly and with a guilty look on his face, he was stumbling and was squeezed to the front of the car by Cristiano.
Cristiano grinned and laughed: "I warned you, but you still fell. Do you need to take some calcium supplements?"
Ramos forced a smile.
Kaka laughed quietly beside him.
Cristiano glanced at Kaka, and the two of them tacitly sandwiched Ramos in the middle. Cristiano waved the scarf in his hand and said, "Okay, sese, look at the fans, they are still waiting to interact and celebrate with you."
With Cristiano and Kaka waving their scarves around him to liven up the atmosphere, Ramos finally regained some of his feeling. He looked around, then pretended nothing had happened and started waving his scarf as well.
Anyway, the all-night carnival parade in the square was a great pleasure for the fans and players. As for whether Florentino enjoyed the crooked 16th anniversary King's Cup, that's something you'll have to ask him.
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