Cristiano Ronaldo and Elon Musk crashed the ultra-golden, ultra-glitzy White House dinner on Tuesday, where Donald Trump welcomed Mohammed bin Salman like an old billionaire buddy. And because nothing is normal anymore, the White House even released a video of Trump and CR7 walking and laughing together like they were shooting the trailer of a geopolitical buddy movie.
Ronaldo, now the Saudi-funded superstar of Al Nassr, and Musk, suddenly warm and fuzzy with Trump after a few months on a government commission, turned the event into something that looked less like a state dinner and more like a billionaire casting call to celebrate the “new love story” between Washington and Riyadh.
Two GOATS.
CR7 x 45/47@Cristiano 🔥 pic.twitter.com/QA4Dw0s1lr
— The White House (@WhiteHouse) November 19, 2025
“You know, my son is a big fan of Ronaldo”
Trump, proud as a peacock, made sure everyone knew that his son Barron finally got to meet his idol. Because obviously, that’s top-priority diplomacy. “You know, my son is a big fan of Ronaldo,” Trump announced before the feast, as if briefing NATO.
President of the United States Donald Trump:
“You know, my son is a big fan of Cristiano Ronaldo. We have Ronaldo here, I think my son respects his father a little more now that I've introduced you. Thank you for being here, it's an honor.” pic.twitter.com/RmZHgtHvbC
— TheEuropeanLad (@ThaEuropeanLad) November 19, 2025
Geopolitical awkwardness
Gianni Infantino, always hunting for a photo op before the 2026 World Cup, joined the fun. Ronaldo, gearing up for his final World Cup, smiled at the table—probably calculating his next Saudi bonus in his head. Musk, seated at another table but clearly back in Trump’s good graces, completed the glamorous triangle of geopolitical awkwardness.
🚨🤳🏼 Cristiano Ronaldo’s selfie after visiting president Donald Trump at the White House.@DavidSacks 📸 pic.twitter.com/dnBw0f3Z4B
— Fabrizio Romano (@FabrizioRomano) November 19, 2025
The evening wrapped up with Trump praising MBS as a “leader of great leadership,” conveniently forgetting the Khashoggi episode. A nearly perfect dinner—if your definition of perfect is shiny, surreal, and dripping in petro-dollars.