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In the second leg of the Champions League quarter-finals, Cristiano returned to Old Trafford.

It's an amazing feeling to be on this pitch again, but it's not the first time for Cristiano.

Cristiano swiped at the foggy window.

As Real Madrid's bus slowly pulled into Manchester, Cristiano sat by the window and looked out the window, and saw that the walls on both sides of the street were sprayed with images of his name and paintings.

"Oh my God." Marcelo's eyes widened unexpectedly as he leaned against the window, "Look at the wall, it's all Cristiano!" ”

"Because this is Manchester, this is Cristiano's turf." Bell looked out the window, and he wasn't surprised at all.

He'd seen Cristiano from his time at Manchester United, and although he wasn't on the same pitch, he had seen how Cristiano was surrounded and cheered on at Old Trafford.

"He's a kid of Old Trafford." Bell said, turning his head.

Modric on the side showed some surprise: "It's rare to see you say so much." ”

"Because I'm also a little Cristiano fan." Bale smiled, sat down in his seat, made a small gesture with his hands crossed over his chest and winked at his former team-mate at Tottenham, "Remember? ”

Modric laughed: "I heard that. ”

It was still against Manchester United when he scored and he dared to say that the United people must have been more impressed.

Bell grinned, and he snuggled back into his seat.

Cristiano watched out the window as fans waving the United flag and wearing their shirts rushed to Old Trafford.

He even saw a number of fans wearing his number 7 and Ronaldo, and the trance made him feel like he had never left Manchester.

"It looks like it's going to rain today, it's cloudy." Benzema said in the car.

"There's no sun here, it's Manchester. Cristiano doesn't like the weather here and prefers the sun in Madrid. Right, Cristiano? Ramos turned his head to look at the Portuguese behind his seat.

Cristiano tilted his head and said, "But I've been in Manchester for several years, and there's nothing bad to get used to." ”

Ramos' eyes widened as if a warning bell was ringing in his head.

"But you prefer the sunshine in Madrid, right?" He asked relentlessly.

Cristiano looked at him, as if wondering Ramos's inexplicable entanglement, and he nodded perfunctorily: "No one doesn't like the sun." ”

Ramos is still not satisfied, he would rather hear Cristiano say that he prefers Real Madrid and that he will stay at Real Madrid until he retires.

Although he knew it couldn't be.

Zidane sat in the front seat of the bus and glanced back, this group of children was really noisy and boring. He thought to himself.

Cristiano followed the team into Old Tra

Forde's backfield, he's so familiar with it, it's like he's going home, only this time he has to go into the visiting dressing room.

They changed into dark green away kits and were ready in the tunnel for players.

“Cris，Cris。” Kaka's shout rang in Cristiano's ears, and it took Cristiano two seconds to come back to his senses and look at Kaka.

"What's wrong?" Cristiano blinked, revealing a slow, somewhat goofy smile.

Kaka was a little amused and a little itchy when he saw this, and he really wanted to hide Cristiano's expression and leave it to him.

"How do you feel? Cristiano. Standing in front of Cristiano, Raphael Varane turned to look at the Portuguese and asked, "How does it feel to hear the Manchester United fans outside still shouting your name?" ”

Cristiano paused, he took a deep breath and spit out heavily, his gaze not looking at Varane, but at his lover, who was also looking at him attentively, and he replied: "It's a feeling of wanting to respond to this emotion with all my might." ”

Varane was a little surprised by this answer, but soon, he nodded thoughtfully, as if he understood.

Cristiano smiled at Kaka, as if to prove that he was good, he leaned forward slightly, hugged Kaka, and whispered in Kaka's ear, "I couldn't be better, it's true." ”

Kaka tightened his arms and kissed Cristiano's earburns so quickly that Cristiano almost thought it was a delusion.

Standing on the other side of the same aisle, Manchester United's main players glanced sideways at Real Madrid from time to time.

"Ronnie and that Brazilian are really, there's no social distancing concept at all, is there?" Ferdinand gritted his teeth.

"Do you see any of them at Real Madrid who have the concept of social distancing carved into their heads?" Rooney rolled his eyes.

"Shouldn't you look back? Focus. Alain tapped on the armrest and raised his eyebrows in remind.

“……”

Alain glanced at Real Madrid's players' tunnel after speaking, and then saw Cristiano looking at them, and looked very happy when he met his gaze, leaned over and shook hands, and hugged again.

"Hey Alain!" The cheerful voice of the Portuguese rang out.

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Alain coldly accepted a hug, and then turned back to his team, when he saw Ferdinand and Evra staring at him: "Focus? ”

Alain: "...... It's polite. ”

Ferdinand snorted heavily.

Giggs sneered: "It can be seen that Ronnie's aesthetic has never changed, and he only hugs the good-looking one, Kaka, and Alain." ”

Rooney rolled his eyes.

The radio outside began to announce the entry, first Manchester United's starting XI and then Real Madrid.

With announcements on the radio, the night at Old Trafford officially came alive.

“…… Number 2, Raphael Varane! Number 4, Sergio Ramos! ”

The stadium rang out with dutiful boos from Manchester United's home fans

Sound.

Every time the name of a Real Madrid player is announced, a large chorus of boos and taunts light up at the same time as the radio tone falls.

Number 22? ()_[((),Di Maria! ”

"Shhhhhhhhh

Cristiano stood nervously at the entrance to the players' tunnel, knowing that it would be his turn next.

He looked at the field of grass that was illuminated by the lights.

“…… Welcome home! ”

The voice on the radio suddenly rose a degree-

"Let's welcome ——! with applause"

"Number 7! Cristiano Ronaldo!! ”

The whole of Old Trafford seemed to be lit up, and the pitch erupted in a large area of jubilation and screaming, almost dragging out the sound on the radio!

Cristiano was almost stunned by the deafening shouts in his ears, and he felt as if he was being pushed into the field by the cheers of the crowd.

He looked around, and the United fans in the stands shouted his name -

“VivaCristianoRonaldo！ VivaCristianoRonaldo！ VivaCristianoRonaldo！ ”

He even saw a boy wearing a Manchester United jersey and a Real Madrid scarf, holding a handwritten sign that read "WelcomeHome!" RONALDO！ ”。

Cristiano blinked, he took a few deep breaths and ran to his teammates as fast as he could.

He looked at Kaka, who was also looking at him, smiling at him.

Real Madrid's main players were stunned by such a battle, no one had ever seen such a scene, and they looked at each other.

For the first time, Ramos really realised how happy and pampered Cristiano was in Manchester.

He looked at Cristiano, the Portuguese boy with slightly red ears and the skin under his eyes, looking surprised, satisfied, happy, and more complex emotions that were difficult to see.

Ramos joined the United fans in applauding.

Cristiano looked at Ramos, the corners of his mouth curled.

Ferguson watched as Cristiano looked up at the fans in the stands and stood there as if in response, a sour crunch in his chest that made him involuntarily stride over to the announcer on the sidelines.

He lowered his voice and said to the announcer: "Please repeat Cristiano Ronaldo's name one last time, thank you." ”

The announcer paused, then he nodded.

This is the first time the Prince of Old Trafford has returned to the stadium after leaving home.

“Welcomehome！ CristianoRonaldo！ ”

Cristiano looked to the sidelines, met Ferguson's gaze, and the older man bowed slightly with a soft expression and a little smile and nostalgia, and then gently stroked his palm with everyone.

“Welcomehome，Ronnie.” Ferguson said softly.

Cristiano took a deep breath and gave a big smile in Ferguson's direction, causing the fans in the stands to erupt in even louder screams and cheers.

"Those people really love Cristiano." Benzema said in a low voice.

Kaka paused when he heard what the other man said, and then asked, "Do you mean those fans?" ”

"Yes." Benzema nodded.

"Those people love heroes." "And the glorious memories of the heroes they witnessed. ”

Ramos commented: "It sounds a bit negative, but it doesn't seem like there's anything wrong. ”

Kaka pulled the corners of his mouth, he smiled silently, then looked in Ferguson's direction, and he added: "But there are also a lot of people here who love Chris, and those people are important to Chris. ”

"We love him too." Ramos said with a frown.

Kaka glanced at Ramos: "Because he's a teammate, or is it because he's Cristiano?" ”

"What's the problem? Does it make a difference? Ramos' brow furrowed even tighter.

But this time Kaka didn't answer him, just beckoned Cristiano, and the two clapped each other head-on, Kaka shallowly crossed his fingers and pulled him and quickly separated.

Ramos looked at Kaka and Cristiano, and he pursed the corners of his lips, Kaka's questions were always incomprehensible.

The competition is officially on!

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