Chapter 185
AC Milan's defense is solid, but the goddess of luck did not favor Italy too much today.
Shevchenko and Seedorf missed the target several times. The subtle impetuous mood in the team was slowly spreading, and the idea of attacking became more urgent.
Throughout the first half, both teams failed to score.
Mourinho readjusted the tactics during the halftime break. He sized up his players, clapped his hands and shouted, "I want your counterattack to be as fast as lightning! As accurate as radar! As terrifying as a wild animal!"
"Let me see your offensive in the second half and show the results of your training!"
"Got it, boss." Ramos and others answered loudly.
Mourinho nodded slightly.
The second half of the game begins.
AC Milan's attack was still fierce. Shevchenko and Inzaghi cooperated to get past Real Madrid's defense line, like a raging wave.
"Shevchenko assisted Inzaghi to score!! AC Milan scored a lightning goal in the first 90 seconds of the second half! Leading Real Madrid!" The commentator in the broadcast room spoke quickly and took a deep breath, "What a beautiful cooperation!"
Mourinho stood in the coaching area, waving his arms and giving loud commands, while Marcelo and Ramos passed the ball to the midfield looking for gaps to pass to.
Cristiano shouted loudly to Ramos and made a gesture. Seeing this, Ramos immediately kicked the ball directly to the left side.
"The ball is too deep!" The commentator sighed, and saw Ramos kick the ball with a long foot. The ball quickly jumped to the front court and rolled quickly towards the bottom line along the sideline.
The guest interrupted his partner, leaned forward slightly, and said hurriedly: "No, there's more! Ronaldo's speed is very fast! This ball may be recovered!"
"Kaka and Benzema push forward!"
Cristiano gritted his teeth and ran towards the bottom line. Before the ball was about to roll out of the sideline, he flew and passed the ball back into the penalty area!
"Ronaldo tries to get the ball back! Kaka makes a lightning run forward! He shoots directly!!"
"The ball goes in! Ronaldo assists Kaka to score! The score is tied!"
Mourinho lowered his arms around his chest with a slight satisfaction. He walked back to his seat and drank a sip of water. Now that he had scored a goal away from home, the pressure on him for the next game was less.
Cristiano fell to the ground after passing the ball. He didn't have time to get up and kept his eyes on the direction of the goal. When he saw Kaka's powerful shot directly into the goal, he jumped up with joy.
Kaka ran quickly towards Cristiano. He did not celebrate, but the joy of the goal and the perfect cooperation were like a resonance between souls. He hugged Cristiano tightly.
"Let's watch the replay of this goal again!" The guest in the broadcast room said as he watched the picture pop up on the big screen. "In the backcourt, Ramos used a large-scale quick pass to pull the ball to the wing, and Ronaldo had already started to speed up before Ramos passed the ball! Similarly! Kaka and Benzema also tacitly moved forward to the front of the goal to grab the first point!"
"The speed of the ball was really fast, it was just a little bit away from going out of the baseline! When everyone's physical strength began to decline in the second half, Ronaldo's pursuit fully demonstrated his physical advantage. He would not let go of the ball if there was even the slightest possibility!"
"Kaka's movement and Ronaldo's extreme back pass are almost seamlessly matched together!" said the commentator excitedly.
Looking at the replay footage again, you can see that even in such an extreme situation as chasing to the end line, Cristiano was still able to accurately pass the ball directly to Kaka's feet, as if he already knew Kaka would be there.
"Ronaldo and Kaka's cooperation was as smooth as ever! It was so pleasing to the eye!" The guest said with a smile, "Real Madrid's two Ballon d'Or winners! They equalized the score for Real Madrid!"
Cristiano smiled and opened his arms to catch Kaka. He folded his arms and whispered in Kaka's ear: "Great! Kaka! See, I knew you would do it."
Kaka lowered his head slightly, took a deep breath into his lover's shoulder and smiled slightly.
Before he could say anything, Benzema, Raul and others rushed up and hugged them tightly, squeezing him and Cristiano even closer together without any space.
Kaka grabbed Cristiano's back. They were so close that he could brush his lips against Cristiano's neck by tilting his head.
He listened to the cheers of joy in his ears, and felt an urge in his heart to kiss Cristiano immediately.
He lowered his eyes imperceptibly, kissed his lover behind the ear like a dragonfly touching the water, and then turned his head away quickly, as if it was just an accidental coincidence.
Cristiano's body trembled slightly. Of course he felt Kaka's little movement. His body couldn't help but tense up for a moment, and his heart beat fast.
He blinked rapidly, glanced towards Kaka, and then quickly looked away.
"Well done, boys!" Raul laughed and rubbed Cristiano and Kaka's heads hard a few times, "Well done!"
Cristiano suppressed his pounding heart, high-fived Raul, looked at his teammates around him and said loudly: "We can do it, guys, that's it."
He encouraged loudly, making the redness on his face look more like it was caused by excitement.
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The first leg of the Champions League quarter-finals ended in a 1-1 draw.
Although it is not as ideal as leading the score, at least we got a goal away from home, which reduces the pressure of the next round.
"It was a good performance." Mourinho returned to the locker room and looked around at the players. "But it's not enough, boys. The second round will still be a tough battle. Don't relax, understand?"
There was a warm response in the locker room.
"You are allowed to relax for a while tonight. Move freely," Mourinho announced with a little smile.
The next second, an even crazier and more enthusiastic response rang out in the locker room.
Cristiano and Kaka looked at each other and laughed. They wiped their wet hair, walked to the closet, took out clothes and put them on.
"Hey Kaka! This is Milan, you are most familiar with it. Tell us which bar is more interesting and suitable for us!" Ramos came over, squeezed in between Cristiano and Kaka, and winked at Kaka.
Cristiano rolled his eyes and slapped Ramos with the towel in his hand in a funny way: "Go ask Inzaghi this question in the next locker room."
Kaka couldn't help but laugh softly when he heard that, shook his head and whispered, "Cris."
"I'm kidding." Cristiano shrugged and coughed lightly.
He grabbed Ramos' shoulder and pulled the young defender with long blond hair in front of him. He raised his delicate and slender eyebrows, patted his cheek and said with a smile: "Sergio, this is Milan. You can encounter romance in every corner. So don't be so rigid. You should experience it everywhere. Your charm is enough to make you lively all night long tonight."
Kaka raised his eyebrows and hesitated to speak, while Ramos seemed quite interested and kept asking: "Really, Chris? Really?"
Mourinho, who was standing at the door of the locker room, couldn't help but curl his lips when he heard this, turned around and left. He couldn't stay for another minute.
"Of course, get yourself ready. Hairspray, perfume, face cream, body lotion? Take whatever you want from my cabinet and remember to return it." Cristiano said with a smile, and he generously lent out his expensive bottles and jars.
This time even Raul and Guti couldn't help but come over to take a look - everyone can see how Cristiano usually uses these things to dress himself up before and after the game, but to be honest, no one has studied it.
"These are all yours. Make good use of them. You will be the most handsome male models in Real Madrid." Cristiano gave a thumbs up. It was obvious that his teammates were interested. He smiled and curled his eyes. "Girls will be crazy about you. Of course, a small number of boys may also be crazy about you."
After he said that, he immediately dragged Kaka and ran out of the locker room quickly. Raul, Guti and others who reacted were too late to beat the little Portuguese.
“This little bastard…” Casillas shook his head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, “He even had to drag Kaka with him when he ran away!?”
"Seriously, he seems very good at this kind of joke. He did the same when he was in England? Won't he get beaten?" Guti narrowed his eyes.
Benzema suddenly interjected: "Those Manchester United guys just look hard to mess with... No, actually they are not hard to mess with, but only to the outside world, not to Cristiano."
"You know a lot about it?" Ramos turned his head to look at the introverted Frenchman. He crossed his arms in disbelief. He didn't think a Frenchman like this could find out any private relationships.
Benzema glanced at Ramos. He said nothing, but picked up his backpack and nodded slightly to his teammates: "I'm going back to the hotel first."
He thought to himself that he used to live downstairs from Cristiano's hotel. He had seen Ferdinand greet Cristiano into the house on the balcony, and he had also seen the captain of the opposite team with a stern face fending off the paparazzi who broke in and wanted to take pictures of Cristiano in the hotel restaurant. The fierce Red Devils on the court were like older brothers in private.
He dared to say that even if those people had tackled and trained Cristiano hard on the court, they would definitely not be like this elsewhere and in daily life.
As for Ramos, believe it or not.
The Frenchman walked away indifferently.
He had no mood to celebrate, and there was nothing for him to celebrate. He was not the one who scored the goal, he did not make any contribution, and there was no progress in his statistics.
Cristiano and Kaka went straight back to the hotel. The night in Milan was indeed colorful, but in their eyes, nothing could compare to the color of the two of them together.
"You kissed me on the court." Cristiano said to Kaka with a low laugh.
They were in the corridor, the entire floor had been booked by the club, and their teammates were immersed in the Milan night.
Kaka paused, his ears slightly red, he was indeed impulsive at that moment, but he was not ashamed to deny it, he looked at Cristiano and curled the corners of his mouth: "Yes, Cris, I couldn't control myself not to kiss you at that moment."
Cristiano laughed happily when he heard this. He licked his fangs and said, "Of course, it's me after all."
The two looked at each other and laughed so hard that they almost bumped into each other.
Cristiano laughed as he searched for their room card. He just wanted to go back to their room with Kaka: "Where the hell did I put that card?"
"Chris?" Benzema's voice sounded from the elevator entrance on the other side of the aisle.
The two Ballon d'Or winners, who had to stick together even to find their room cards, almost jumped up in shock when they heard the noise. Cristiano turned his head and blinked in surprise: "Karim? Why are you back so early? Didn't you go with them?"
Benzema came over and he said, "Well, no."
Cristiano touched the tip of his nose. His good friend would often kill the chat with a few words, but he did ask an obvious nonsense question - he was just a little caught off guard.
He unnoticeably distanced himself from Kakara, walked towards Benzema, changed the subject, lowered his voice and asked softly: "...You look a little depressed, do you want to talk?"
"...What were you doing just now?" Benzema asked.
"Me? Kaka and I were looking for the room card. God knows where it was thrown away." Cristiano scratched the back of his head. He didn't think this was the topic Benzema wanted to talk about.
"Oh. Then you can go to my room first and ask the hotel waiter to bring the room card up." Benzema invited.
Kaka looked down at his pockets and found it. He interrupted Benzema and said, "Don't bother the waiter, Karim, I found it."
"That's good." Benzema nodded. He looked at Cristiano and said nothing, but it was obvious that he didn't want to end the topic and leave.
Cristiano paused, he began to understand his friend's thoughts.
Karim might really need a conversation, but it was obvious that the other party didn't want it to be between three people - the Frenchman was a little slow to warm up, and he wasn't familiar enough with Kaka to be willing to talk about these things.
"Let's go downstairs to the bar and have a drink, just the two of us." Cristiano said, "Karim, can you order me a lemonade first? I'm going to change my clothes and I'll be right back."
Benzema's eyes lit up obviously, and he quickly agreed: "Okay. I'll wait for you downstairs."
Cristiano nodded, pushed Kaka into their room and closed the door.
"Karim is having some difficulties," he said, meeting Kaka's gaze.
"Just like what we have encountered." Kaka took over, "He should overcome it by himself. In addition, his training should be more intense."
Cristiano laughed. He rarely heard Kaka say this, and it meant that his lover finally showed a little possessiveness and dissatisfaction.
He lowered his head and rubbed Kaka's nose, and whispered: "But we have received help, when I was in Manchester United and the national team, when you were in Milan and Brazil, and now Karim also needs some. I can't see it and pretend not to see it."
Kaka paused, thinking that he should pray to God for ten more minutes for the negative emotions in his heart just now.
He murmured, "You're right, Cris—even though it was supposed to be just the two of us tonight."
"I'll give it to you." Cristiano winked at Kaka with his right eye and raised his eyebrows. "I promise it will be quick."
He quickly reached the bar downstairs and found Karim sitting in a corner booth.
"Hey Karim, let's talk." Cristiano added in his heart, chat for ten minutes, this is the time he left for his good friend, which is enough. He dared to say that maybe he was the one talking for eight minutes out of these ten minutes.
He first took a big sip of lemonade to moisten his throat.
After Cristiano was ready, he looked at Benzema. The young Frenchman, the former Ligue 1 bully, Karim Benzema, who didn't have a beard yet, now looked listless, hunched over in a low seat, his face looking a little immature, pitiful and dull.
Cristiano paused, hesitated and changed his mind, otherwise he would have a few drinks, Karim needed some alcohol.
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