KC14

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Winter in Manchester has arrived, and light snow has fallen on the training ground, but the pitch is still in full swing.

There is no winter break in the Premier League, and Cristiano has not commented on this, and it makes little difference to him whether he has a holiday or not, he is more than happy to sweat on the training pitch and then frustrate the fans on the pitch who love to boo him.

But now it's different.

Keane and Ferdinand could see their young teammates digging their mouths into oil pots, and anyone could feel that the other's resentment was about to materialize.

"What's going on? Don't you usually like to train the most? Ferdinand wondered and amused, "Haven't you been called up to the national team recently?" Congratulations. ”

"Thank you." Cristiano rubbed his cold cheeks and nose and blushed in two strokes, and he explained, "There is no winter break in the Premier League. ”

"So you're homesick?" Ferdinand laughed, which was understandable, after all, Ronaldo was still a child, and he ruffled Cristiano's hair a few times.

Cristiano didn't refute, he couldn't say that he missed his boyfriend, he could only acquiesce.

Ferdinand thought thoughtfully, and while Cristiano was running to train, he and Keane discussed whether it would be better to have a dressing room party for the next two days.

Sir Alex Ferguson heard about the team's plans and said he would consider it a friendly sponsorship of a family special.

So the next day, at the end of training, Cristiano was packed in the dressing room.

A veritable "package".

The young boy, who had no height and had not yet developed strong muscles, was coaxed and carried by a group of rough men, and Cristiano simply gave up the struggle the moment he took off.

It's a lesson he's learned on the pitch and he really doesn't understand why his team-mates – whether it's the national team or the club, whatever club they are at – his team-mates always enjoy it.

"Where are you going?!" Cristiano asked loudly with a tuck at his throat.

"Party!" Rooney dragged Cristiano and replied loudly with a smile, "Who told you to always not go to our party?" What Giggs proposed, go straight to resist! ”

"Hey, betray me!" Giggs turned around and booed Rooney, but he smiled maliciously.

Cristiano rolled his eyes: "Going to a nightclub again?" I'm not going! ”

"Come on, I've never seen a star so clean at your age." Neville patted Cristiano's forehead, "I don't know, I thought you were a nun reincarnated." ”

"Fuck off." Cristiano was disgusted by this description, and then he suddenly screamed in annoyance, "Who grabbed my ass-stock?" ”

Fanny raised his eyes: "Guess?" ”

Cristiano's complaints apparently drew more heckle from his inauthentic teammates.

The next second, he felt that his waist, butt, and thighs were pinched - of course, he could tell the difference between this kind of heckling trick belonging to straight men, he muttered speechlessly, and reached out and waved at the head of each of his teammates who was supporting him underneath: "I guess none of you are innocent!" ”

The party took place at Captain Keane's home, and Keane's wife, Theresa, was well prepared for tonight's party, including a Portuguese home-cooked meal that Keane had specially ordered.

Theresa made a Portuguese paella stew as a staple dish, she searched the internet, and it is said that this dish is a favorite of the Portuguese, one of the seven wonders of Portuguese cuisine, and she hopes that the little Portuguese boys in the team will enjoy it.

The others each brought a dish to round off tonight's party – Rooney's Portuguese custard tarts, Neville's dried cod, Ryan Giggs packed a grilled octopus on an iron plate, and Fanny bought a bag of frozen Ela sausages from somewhere......

"I heard it's a specialty of your Portugal." Vanney shrugged his shoulders, "Just passing by and seeing." ”

Rooney happily debunked: "You can see Portuguese specialties in Manchestershire? Or this sausage? ”

Fanny pushed over with a big elbow.

Ferdinand borrowed Keane's kitchen to make a simple bowl of green and healthy soup, topped with sausages brought by Vanney, kale, onions, potatoes and garlic, typical Portuguese flavors.

Cristiano didn't expect tonight's party to be like this, and he looked at his teammates in disbelief: "This is ......"

"Happy holidays to you in advance, Ronnie." Ferdinand laughed.

Keane nodded slightly, and the iron-blooded captain who led Manchester United to the highest honor of the treble, showed a rare gentle smile: "Welcome to the Manchester United family." It was a surprisingly good year. ”

When the Lord first bought Cristiano Ronaldo, Keane, as captain, was not so optimistic that the young boy would be able to become one with them.

He carefully analyzed the opponent's match information before the opponent joined the team, the style of play is very unique, the action is fancy, and when he was at Sporting Lisbon, there was often a situation where one person was sticking to the ball with the ball.

Such a player, no matter how beautiful his individual ability is, it is difficult to play half of it in a team game.

So, after Cristiano joined the team, Keane was not satisfied.

But at Old Trafford, Alex Ferguson is the only king, and the rest can only obey.

If the teamwork on the training ground surprised Keane, then in the first game of the Premier League opener, Cristiano on the pitch gave Keane a strange tacit understanding, as if they had played dozens or even hundreds of games together.

- Cristiano knows everything about their movement and even their habits.

It was a strange feeling, but he knew it wasn't an illusion.

And he realized that Cristiano wasn't the one-man he stereotyped to be.

Cristiano is a beautiful player on his feet and a typical opportunist, always running to the right position and even possessing the sharper nose of a shooter than Ruud van Nistelrooy.

It's hard for Keane to imagine how a nineteen-year-old could have such a terrifying sense of smell as a shooter when his tournament experience is so unequal. He can only be explained by talent.

Cristiano Ronaldo, sooner or later, will be one of the greatest footballers in history. Keane was sure.

A young player with a keen sense of smell, he did not recklessly dominate the ball, nor did he show off his beautiful skills on the field, his passing was accurate, he passed crisply, even if he was tackled, he would get up quickly, and unless he was shoveled in pain, he would curl up on the ground with his legs in his arms.

And often at this time, Manchester United's big brothers will take the opportunity to rush up and ask the referee for cards, usually with a high success rate, because the boy's facial features wrinkle when he falls to the ground, and he always subconsciously looks like he is about to cry or has begun to cry, which is too easy to get the cards.

- Cristiano has stressed countless times in the locker room that it was just a physiological reaction caused by the stinging of pain, which could not technically be counted as "he was shoveled and cried", but it was useless, and his teammates and reporters talked about it in post-match interviews or media reports.

"Cristiano does cry easily, and honestly, on the pitch you want to protect him, but on the other hand, I can understand why those guys like to stare at Ronnie." Giggs grinned and made a rare joke during the interview.

Ronnie is a nickname given to Cristiano Ronaldo by their team, as Cristiano doesn't seem to like men calling him "Cris".

Giggs later returned to the main topic in the interview - every time Cristiano was shoveled to the ground and couldn't get up, the boos on the field almost turned the stadium upside down, whether it was against the fans at home or at home, the energy exploded.

In such a situation, the referee is naturally under great pressure, and the probability of giving cards is extremely high.

Cristiano, who gallops on the pitch when he wins, grins as if he were the youngest crown prince in the world of football;

Cristiano, who was annoyed and crying on the field when he lost, would cover his face with his hands, and occasionally pouted generously, his eyes and cheekbones were dyed with intense crimson, and he did not hide his loss and unwillingness, his shoulders twitched because of sobbing, stubborn and strong.

So, no one would not like such Cristiano.

Even Ruud van Nistelrooy, Keane and Ferdinand understood the awkward position and relationship between the two in the team, and they also had some understanding of the lord's intentions, but it was clear that Ruud van Nistelrooy was slowly letting go of Cristiano.

Perhaps Manchester United will usher in the most glorious era of the two-striker.

Cristiano didn't expect to get such a wonderful Christmas Eve when he first entered Manchester United in his life, he opened his mouth slightly stunned, and thanked him in a panic: "Oh...... Thank you, really, I didn't expect it at all, it really ......"

He took a deep breath and wiped his face vigorously, convinced that his young tear ducts would soon lose the grip they deserved.

Keane saw that the blush on the boy's head appeared around his eyes as soon as he was emotional, and his slightly lowered eyes were like puppies, and now he looked like he was about to cry, so he hurriedly interrupted: "Good guy Ronnie, today is not the time to make you cry, if this is photographed by the paparazzi outside the window, the next day the headline will be Manchester United old man bullying newcomers." ”

Cristiano: "......"

Okay, that's a sixty or seventy percent chance.

Cristiano felt that he had to be more mature, so he quickly adjusted his emotions, took two deep breaths, and changed the subject: "In this case, I can cook something for you too, how about adding another dish?" ”

"Do you know how to cook?" Vanney was a little surprised.

"Of course." Cristiano raised an eyebrow, "Let me take a look at the refrigerator." ”

So ten minutes later, the official meal began, Cristiano brought a very orthodox boiled chicken breast with broccoli and celery, and the moment it was served to the table, everyone was silent.

"Ronnie, it's a party today, you probably know what's to eat at the party?" Rooney's gaze glazed back to Cristiano.

Cristiano grinned, "You can change the taste." ”

"Ahem, Fanny, I remember the lord also brought a specialty, Theresa put it in the kitchen, can you go get it?" Keane turned to Vanney.

Fanny got up without objection, and when he took it and lifted the upside-down lid on the plate, the atmosphere of a stargazing party became even more eerie.

"Oh...... Ronnie, I love your chicken breast, my stomach could fill up with it, really. Giggs covered his face.

Cristiano burst out laughing, sitting in his chair and slapping his thigh.

The party didn't end until 12 o'clock in the middle of the night, and Rooney and Neville drank a lot of alcohol, but only Giggs and Cristiano kept their good character and were responsible for sending the drunks home.

"See you tomorrow." Ryan Giggs took Ruud van Nistelrooy and Neville, and he looked at Cristiano and bowed slightly, "It's a good habit to be disciplined. ”

Cristiano smiled at Giggs, "I will." ”

He will always remember how Giggs taught him not to drink carbonated drinks, and when he was young and frivolous, he always protected himself like a hedgehog and pierced through the kindness of others, but he was really grateful to Giggs in his heart, just as he was grateful to every opponent, teammate, and coach on the court.

They may have had conflicts and conflicts, but when the dust has settled and everything has passed, he is still grateful because these experiences have made him better.

Cristiano carried Rooney home, and by the time he returned to his apartment, it was already past two o'clock in the morning.

He was lying on the bed and took out his mobile phone to read the message, and Kaka sent a short message:

[K: The club is decorated with a Christmas tree today, and I miss you Cris.] 】

Cristiano grinned, if it wasn't too late, he would definitely call back and kiss his boyfriend.

It's a shame, he thinks it's almost perfect today.

He was thinking about it when there were two soft knocks outside the door.

"Tuk", "Tuk".

Cristiano jumped out of bed with his phone in his arms, and someone knocked on the door so late?

He narrowed his eyes, he had encountered some crazy fans sneaking into his room......

He walked to the door, looked out through the cat's eye, and saw a broad figure, dressed in a dark camel coat, with white snowflakes falling on his shoulders.

Cristiano was stunned for a moment, and then his heart beat fiercely.

God, no, no, wouldn't it?

As soon as he opened the door, Cristiano gasped to see his new boyfriend standing in the doorway, who he hadn't been able to see in months.

“Cris。” Young people breathe lightly.

When he saw the Christmas tree that the club had moved out in advance, all he could think of was the Christmas nights he had spent with Cristiano.

Desperate to see each other, he impulsively bought a ticket from Milan to Manchester and skipped the AC Milan party tonight.

And now seeing Cristiano's surprise and disbelief, Kaka knew he had done the right thing.

He hugged Cristiano hard and sighed deeply in satisfaction: "Great, Cris, great." ”

The moment he took his lover into his arms, he felt that his soul was filled.

But soon, Kaka let go of his arms, he didn't forget that he was still covered in snow, and Chris, his boy even ran out wearing only a pair of boxing pants.

Cristiano pulled his lover and flashed into the room, he quickly looked each other up and down, and his excitement was undisguised: "Why did you come over?" Why didn't you notify me in advance! I can pick you up! God, you're freezing red. ”

He leaned up, rubbed his palms a few times, and pressed his hot palms to the tip of his lover's nose and face: "You won't walk outside for a long time to find me, will you?" ”

Kaka paused, ignoring the question, and flashed a smile at Chris that would have fascinated the Peninsula boys: "Cris, are you happy?" ”

"Do you need to ask? Oh my God, today is the most perfect day I've ever had! Cristiano whispered and leaned forward to kiss the tip of his lover's cool nose, and then the corner of his lips.

He took off Kaka's coat and threw it aside, it was covered with melted snow watermarks, and Cristiano frowned: "You feel so cold, you should call me and ask me to pick you up, I bet you must have walked for a long time to find me." ”

Kaka grabbed her lover's hand, gently but undeniably embraced her back, and pressed the boy tightly to her chest, his young lover never knowing that he had ever touched a colder, more desperate temperature.

"I want to surprise you." Kaka said, bowing his head and kissing Chris's eyelashes, smiling and hugging Christo, seeing that his lover was in a hurry to press his whole body weight on himself, he said, "Cris, I'm all right, really, let me hug you well." ”

Cristiano leaned on Kaka's body slightly, his warm fingers brushing the back of Kaka's neck: "Really? It's only been a few years? Four years? Five years? It's so good? ”

"Too good to be true, Cris." Kaka pecked his lover's beautiful crimson face shallowly, and he slowly moved his lips to his lover's chest and asked in a low voice, "What about here?" ”

"Okay...... Cristiano pushed his chest up slightly in fear, pushing himself closer to his lover, breathing a little faster, "I promise that I will not ignore the advice of my family doctor again, it is very strong now." ”

"I love you." Kaka whispered, hugged Chris and gently put him back on the bed, kissed him softly over and over again, and looked at Cristiano's ears, eyes, and neck, which were dyed extremely bright red little by little.