The Portuguese players reached Ronaldo almost at the same time.
Bruno Fernandes got there first, both hands grabbing Ronaldo's shoulders before laughing in disbelief.
"You are not normal, Cristiano."
"No..." João Neves muttered as he arrived a second later, still shaking his head.
"How did you even get there?"
Pedro Neto, on the other hand, stared, his hands on his head like he'd seen a ghost, and maybe that wasn't very far off the truth.
From where he'd been running, he'd seen the entire move unfold, yet being so close to the source of the entire thing still didn't seem to make too much sense.
Cristiano wasn't supposed to attack crosses like that anymore.
Not at forty-one.
Not after more than two decades at the highest level and certainly not this early in the game.
Yet there he stood, grinning as teammate after teammate crashed into him.
João Félix finally arrived, wrapping an arm around Ronaldo's neck before speaking directly into his ear.
"I thought I'd overhit it."
