i am quaresma

Chapter 187 Cake Battle
A brace!

Quaresma didn't expect to score goals so easily. He seemed to have scored two goals without doing anything. It would be great if every game was like this.

The first one is a penalty kick, and the second one is a nanny ball sent by Reyes. A nanny ball is more difficult to miss than to score. If you want to live up to the good intentions of your teammates, then you can just find a rope and hang yourself up.

After the goal, Quaresma hugged the rushing Reyes, as well as Van Persie and others, celebrating together again.

The big picture is set!

With less than 10 minutes left in the game, no matter how terrible Ajax's offensive is, it is impossible for them to lose the advantage of two goals.

But compared to winning, Quaresma may care more about his own psychological feelings.

I have to admit that perhaps the previous Quaresma may not have fully integrated into Arsenal.

He just regards Arsenal as a platform for growth and as a help for a decisive battle with Barcelona.

In the previous life, Arsenal was complained about in various ways, and Quaresma also participated in it. It is difficult to have a deep sense of identity with Arsenal.

But now, for the first time, he felt that this was his home!
He is part of Arsenal!

Not only fighting for yourself, but also fighting for Arsenal!

Maybe even he himself felt that this kind of thinking was a bit hypocritical, but he couldn't deny his true feelings.

He didn't know that there was something inexplicable in his smile at this moment.

After the game restarted, it was coming to an end. Even if Ajax gave up the defensive pressure, it could not change the fate of losing.

Arsenal defeated Ajax 2-0 away, and won two consecutive victories in the Champions League group stage.

After celebrating the goal, when he walked off the court, Van Persie kept pulling Quaresma to speak. The two were the last to walk back to the locker room. Quaresma didn't realize what his teammates had prepared for him.

Pushing open the door of the dressing room, the happy birthday song suddenly sounded. Everyone, including Wenger, was applauding for Quaresma. Among them was a huge cake, full of three layers of cream, with a unique shape , the top, is actually a golden sneaker shape.

At that moment, Quaresma was almost moved to tears.

"Come on, make a wish in front of the cake!"

After singing Happy Birthday, Campbell put Quaresmara in front of the cake and said with a smile.

When Quaresma heard the words, he closed his eyes and made a wish with his hands on his chest.

"I hope that in one season, I can grow into a superstar!"

"I hope the system will correct the ML bug that reduces physical fitness. I'm embarrassed by your behavior!"

"I hope I can beat Barcelona with Arsenal and steal the Champions League from Barcelona!"

"I hope"

Before Quaresma could finish his wish, his face was blurred by something oncoming, and he was instantly stunned.

"You make too many wishes!" Campbell still had a piece of cake in his hand, and he just picked up a piece of cake and pasted it on Quaresma's face.

Quaresma was stunned for a moment, and when he came to his senses, he immediately responded, and wanted to give Campbell a hard time, but obviously he was the protagonist today.

All the players joined the battle group. As long as they had the opportunity to take a cake and throw Quaresma, they would not let it go. They defeated Quaresma steadily, and in the end they could only shrink in a corner, hugging their heads. Crouch defense!

Miserable old!
Slowly, the siege turned into a melee, fighting into a ball.

"Damn it, who's messing with my face!"

"Don't forget to hit your balls!"

"Which bastard touched my ass!"

The entire visiting team's locker room was also messed up, as if it had been bombed by a bomber group.

After having had enough trouble and laughter, the players who had already been covered in cakes stopped, ready to take a shower.

Quaresma was still squatting in the corner, not daring to get up, for fear that the herd of animals would make trouble again.

At this time, a person walked over, also covered in cakes, and his face was covered with paste, as if he was wearing a mask.

Quaresma took his outstretched hand and stood up.

"Thank you, brother, I think you are also miserable, and they didn't let you go?"

After Quaresma squatted down just now, the rest was a chaotic fight. Although Quaresma couldn't tell who this guy was, Quaresma was sure that he was messed up enough.

"I'm Wenger!"

The man paused, and then opened his mouth slowly, startling Quaresma so much that he almost exploded on the spot.

Damn, damn it is going to rebel!
Have you all lived enough to make Wenger like this?
Feelings are here to relieve hatred!

"I swear, I didn't do anything!" Quaresma quickly raised his hands to show his innocence.

"If you can keep winning, it doesn't matter even if I'm made like this every day, doesn't it?" After finishing speaking, Wenger stuck out his tongue, licked a circle of cream, and then took it back, "It tastes good!" , like a naughty old man.

Quaresma is a bit dumbfounded, is Wenger so funny?

After taking a shower, Quaresma and Wenger went to the press conference together.

After the routine speech was over, the reporter who had been quiet just now immediately became excited.

"Mr. Quaresma, why did the Arsenal players applaud you during the game?"

"Mr. Quaresma, how do you feel about being given a penalty kick by your teammates!"

"After scoring twice, you are on the top of the Champions League scorer list again. Do you have any ideas to compete for the Champions League Golden Boot this season?"

"You stayed in the locker room for so long just now, what happened?"

Obviously, compared to a game without much suspense, what happened in the game related to Quaresma made the reporters more excited.

Quaresma picked up the microphone and couldn't hide the smile on his face.

"The thing is, today is my birthday. Although I even forgot about it myself, my teammates have not, so they plan to give me a surprise!"

"So when we got the penalty they all ran up to me and wished me a happy birthday and honestly I was so moved I wanted to cry!"

"As for the penalty kick, I have never experienced it before. I am also very grateful to my teammates for giving me the penalty kick. Fortunately, I lived up to their wishes and scored the penalty kick!"

"The Champions League Golden Boot? That's too far away. I don't think about it too much. As long as you play every game step by step, the team's victory is the most important thing!"

Quaresma was obviously in a good mood and answered questions from reporters.

Perhaps because of Quaresma's birthday, the reporters suddenly realized that they didn't ask some sensitive questions that embarrassed Quaresma or didn't know how to answer them, and the atmosphere of the press conference was harmonious.

However, Ajax, who lost at home, was not so generous.

After a while, a staff member came over and whispered something in the ear of Ajax coach Blind, and then Blind picked up the microphone.

"I just got a piece of news that our visiting team's locker room at the Amsterdam Arena was damaged by Arsenal. We will file a complaint with UEFA after collecting evidence. Wait for the maintenance fee notice!"

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(End of this chapter)