Modric and Ramos Burst Out Laughing! Cristiano Ronaldo Startled, Orange Juice Splashed All Over Him!
In Napoli, Italy, the morning sun gently shines on every corner of the city.
Cristiano Ronaldo woke up peacefully in the hotel's comfortable bed, having had a good night's sleep the night before.
As a player in his thirties who still dominates the football world, Cristiano Ronaldo pays extreme attention to his lifestyle.
Every night at 10 p. m., no matter how noisy or tempting the outside world is, he will go to bed on time without fail and quickly drift into a sweet dream.
In his youthful days, he occasionally indulged in activities like going to bars, drinking heavily, and smoking. But since donning the Real Madrid jersey and being under the intense gaze of fans worldwide, Cristiano Ronaldo has set higher standards for himself.
Today, self-discipline has become the most prominent characteristic of him!
After washing up, Cristiano Ronaldo went to the hotel cafeteria.
The cafeteria was filled with the aroma of food. He walked to the counter, carefully selected a nutritious breakfast, and then found a seat by the window.
At that moment, sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating his robust physique.
He ate his apple with gusto, thinking about his upcoming visit to the Stadio San Paolo.
As agreed, they will travel to the Stadio San Paolo today to familiarize themselves with this legendary stadium.
This is Cristiano Ronaldo's first away trip to Napoli in his professional career. He has long heard about the passion of the Napoli fans and is filled with curiosity, eager to see how these fans differ from those at Real Madrid's Santiago Bernabeu and Manchester United's Old Trafford.
He slightly raised his chin, his eyes revealing confidence and determination, and muttered to himself:
"The more frenzied the stadium, the more it is my stage to shine!"
Just then, teammate Ramos came over with a steaming bowl of Italy and sat down in the seat next to Cristiano Ronaldo.
Modric, also holding a cup of coffee, sat down next to Ramos.
Ramos, his face beaming with excitement and his eyes sparkling, said with great enthusiasm:
"Hey Cristiano, did you watch the Manchester City vs. Bayern game last night? It was absolutely fantastic!"
Modric took a small sip of his coffee, nodded slightly, a faint look of worry on his face, and echoed:
"Yes, we have to admit that Manchester City is indeed very strong. I even think that if we want to lift the UEFA Champions League trophy this season, Manchester City will probably be our biggest rival."
Upon hearing this, Cristiano Ronaldo simply nodded slightly, continued chewing his apple at a leisurely pace, and calmly said:
"Oh, it seems Manchester City beat Bayern and advanced to the quarterfinals."
Modric and Ramos exchanged a surprised glance upon hearing this.
Ramos spoke first, "Yeah, didn't you watch the game last night?"
Cristiano Ronaldo smiled slightly and said, "I didn't watch it. I saw the game was going into extra time, so I went to sleep. I'm not like you two, with plenty of time to stay up all night watching games. Speaking of which, you two are about my age, right? Wouldn't it be better to go to bed early? Anyway, if we want to win the UEFA Champions League, whether we face Manchester City or Bayern, we have to beat them in the end, so it doesn't really matter who advances to the quarterfinals, right?"
Upon hearing Cristiano Ronaldo's words, Ramos and Modric couldn't help but exchange a smile.
Ramos held up a finger and gently waved it in front of Cristiano Ronaldo, saying with a hint of teasing:
"Cristiano, what can I say to you? Even if you don't watch the game, you should at least check the score and see who scored!"
After finishing the last bite of his apple, Cristiano Ronaldo picked up the orange juice on the table, took a sip, and replied dismissively:
"I watched it. Robben scored one, Muller scored one, and Tang scored one. As for extra time, I didn't pay attention to it anymore."
Ramos shrugged, glanced at Modric, and the two of them burst into laughter in front of Cristiano Ronaldo, as if they had heard the funniest joke. Their laughter echoed in the cafeteria, drawing the attention of those around them.
Their sudden laughter successfully piqued Cristiano Ronaldo's curiosity.
Cristiano Ronaldo frowned slightly, pondering to himself: Had something particularly interesting happened in extra time? How exactly did Manchester City manage to beat Bayern?
What made Cristiano Ronaldo even more nervous was that he was silently calculating in his mind that, including the goal Tang Long scored in the regular 90 minutes yesterday, Tang Long had already scored 14 goals in the UEFA Champions League, while he himself only had 13.
He really shouldn't score too many goals in extra time, otherwise it will be even more difficult for him to compete for the UEFA Champions League goalscoring title.
Thinking this, Cristiano Ronaldo could no longer sit still. He quickly reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, eager to check the news about last night's match.
Just then, Benzema, carrying a tray, swaggered over and plopped down next to the three of them.
The plate was slammed onto the table with a loud thud.
Before Benzema had even settled into his seat, he loudly proclaimed:
"Wow, you guys all watched last night's game, right? Tang was amazing! He scored the winning goal in the 92nd minute and eliminated Bayern! Haha, did you see how dejected the whole Bayern team looked? They lost so badly. As soon as the final whistle blew, they all collapsed on the ground like rag dolls!"
"Ah?"
Upon hearing this, Cristiano Ronaldo was startled. His hand, which was holding the orange juice, trembled uncontrollably, and the crystal-clear orange juice instantly spilled from the rim of the glass, dripping onto his leg.
The plane carrying the entire Manchester City team slowly landed at Manchester Airport.
The players, exhausted yet excited, disembarked from the plane.
Upon returning to Manchester, Guardiola made a decision that delighted the entire team – giving everyone a day off.
Despite having a Premier League match in three days, Guardiola is confident of winning the Premier League title, and the team's main focus is currently on the UEFA Champions League.
The match against Bayern was brutal. Bonazzoli and Tang Long both fought so hard they bled on the field, and other players were also exhausted. For example, Gündoğan, who played the entire match, even suffered leg cramps.
So when Guardiola announced on the plane that the whole team would have a day off, the cabin erupted in enthusiastic cheers.
"Thank you, boss!"
For these professional athletes, this one-day work week holiday is exactly what they need to relax their exhausted minds and bodies.
Taking advantage of the day off, Ranocchia invited Tang Long and Bonazzoli to visit Bonazzoli's mother at Manchester Central Hospital.
These three forged a deep friendship while playing for Inter Milan, and now at Manchester City, their bond has only grown stronger. Whether fighting side-by-side on the pitch or sharing their daily lives off the pitch, they are inseparable friends.
They never communicated in English, but rather in their familiar Italy.
Ranocchia drove to Bonazzoli's house to pick him up.
After getting in the car, Ranocchia drove towards Tang Long's house.
When they arrived at Tang Long's house, Ranocchia parked the car steadily on the side of the road, rolled down the window, put his arm around the window, and turned to look at Bonazzoli sitting in the passenger seat. While waiting for Tang Long, he started chatting with him.
Ranocchia's usual smile vanished, his expression turned serious, and he began to criticize Bonazzoli for shouting "Captain!" loudly at him during the match.
"I have no problem with you calling me captain in private, but this is an UEFA Champions League match! There are so many spectators and countless cameras pointed at you. How can Kompany feel if you call me captain in that kind of setting? Of course, Kompany is easygoing, he certainly won't mind, and most of the other teammates are also easygoing. But I'm worried about those tabloids making things up. You know that Tang was maliciously reported on twice by the Sun before, why don't you learn your lesson?"
Ranocchia's tone carried a hint of reproach.
Bonazzoli listened and nodded repeatedly, saying, "Yes, yes, yes, okay, okay, I'll definitely pay attention next time."
In fact, after the match, not only Ranocchia reminded him, but Chivu also pulled Bonazzoli aside in the locker room and gave him a serious reminder.
"You're still young, don't let off-field factors distract you. You know the nature of these UK newspapers. Andre isn't on the Team Committee and has never been Manchester City's captain. If you keep shouting like this, they'll definitely think you're forming a clique."
After discussing this matter, Ranocchia relaxed slightly, looked at Bonazzoli with gentle eyes, and asked:
"That night I asked you, and you said you wanted to be a player like Tang, but I told you, everyone is unique, and you'll never become Tang. But after this game, have you discovered where you're better than him?"
Bonazzoli's eyes lit up immediately, and he shouted:
"I know, I'm willing to fight to the death, I'm not afraid of dying! That's why I was able to bravely use my head to block Hummels' ball even when I was lying on the ground!"
His tone was filled with pride and arrogance, as if at that moment he was the bravest person in the world.
Upon hearing this, Ranocchia gave a wry smile, nodded slightly, and said:
"Yes, if your skills aren't good enough, you have to risk your life to make up for it. It must have been tough on you."
"I don't know if Tang would headbutt the ball, but your brother here would never do that."
"Why, Captain?" Bonazzoli asked, looking puzzled. "I think it's perfectly normal. It's worth sacrificing everything for the team to win. Didn't you always teach us that when you were at Inter Milan?"
Ranocchia sighed deeply, a hint of helplessness in his eyes, and slowly said:
"That makes sense. You'll understand when you reach my age, get married, and have a wife and children."
"What if, I mean, what if Hummels kicks me and makes me brain-damaged? What will happen to my whole family? I'm not like you, in your early twenties, single and without any ties."
"Free from all attachments..."
Upon hearing those four words, Bonazzoli's proud expression vanished, replaced by a hesitant look, before he lowered his head.
Ranocchia then realized he had said the wrong thing.
He quickly reached out and pressed the brim of Bonazzoli's hat down even further.
The hat was Ranocchia bought on a whim when he passed by a street shop; it just happened to cover the conspicuous bandage on Bonazzoli's forehead.
Ranocchia said softly, "Remember what I told you? When you get to the hospital and see your mother, cover your forehead completely. Don't take off your hat, and definitely don't tell her that you were kicked by your opponent. Otherwise, your mother will be heartbroken! I asked the nurse at the hospital, and she went to bed early last night and didn't watch the game, so she probably doesn't know about your injury yet."
As the two were talking, Tang Long rushed out of the room carrying a bouquet of flowers.
Dressed in casual clothes, he ran briskly to the car, opened the back door, and quickly got in.
"Sorry to keep you waiting, brothers. The florist was late, which caused the delay. Let's get going!"
Ranocchia snapped his fingers loudly, "Alright, driver received the order, let's go!"