The years I played football at Real Madrid

Chapter 166 James Injured

The intermission was not long.

Cyril took advantage of the limited rest time, squeezed out the numbers 8 and 9 in the middle, sat next to James, and helped him massage his shoulders.As soon as he leaned over, James stopped joking with others, a little alert, looked back at him, and smiled, "What are you doing?"

Cyril smiled and said, "Give me a massage and relax."

It's just a massage, nothing real.

James let him massage, and continued to talk to David and the others about the main offensive and defensive directions in the second half, and then just bragging and joking.Occasionally chatting about these miscellaneous things can make teammates feel more relaxed and more involved in the game.

Although James feels that the gangsters of Real Madrid are already relaxed enough, but in the world of men, it goes without saying that he is too dead. He is not the captain of the team, nor the coach of the team. He is just the core. Winning makes people feel like nothing can defeat him.

Bragging and telling jokes can relax these simple-minded athletes.

It's just that Cyril didn't like that James' focus was on others. He looked at James, who was talking and laughing, and couldn't help itching in his heart. He stretched out his hand and scratched his lower back without leaving any traces.

No one else could see this small movement, but James felt it. He paused for a moment without showing any trace on his face.

Cyril secretly drew a heart on his back.

so cute.

Super cute!

The same ordinary game as usual, the same team atmosphere as usual, the only difference is that he has a cute little boyfriend.Suddenly James felt a little strange.Sour and soft, weird.

When you fall in love, it really is different.

"After I retire, I will come back to be your assistant coach." James suddenly told everyone, and even made a joke, "Promise me, don't worship and respect me too much, just treat me as your father like now. Treat them the same way, okay?"

No one knows the reason, only James and Allen living in James' body know.James' body is about to fail, and he needs to undergo surgery soon. As for the success of the surgery, it is still uncertain.But the tumor deteriorated quickly, and James had to choose to retire after this season.

This is unexpected and reasonable news.

Everyone knew that such a day would come, but they didn't expect it to come so soon.

David shoved him, "It's still early, how can you retire after playing this season? You are still in such good physical condition. Just now, the defenders of Barcelona have been treated like sick chickens."

"Maybe." James smiled. "Sooner or later, there will be such a day. He is old, old, look, he can take care of himself, and today's shot is very good. I can feel at ease."

David glanced at Cyril, who was in the fog, and felt very sorry for him, but he couldn't help it. He had to admit that the best choice for Real Madrid is Cyril.The era after James has not produced any players who can shine and lead the crowd.

David still felt a little pity, but he had no choice but to persuade James, "It's okay to retire, but you don't have to rush to become an assistant coach. When you stop playing football and are not so busy, clean yourself up. Find a good girl to marry and have children. I still want to watch little James gallop in football in 20 years."

James just smiled, which has a different meaning.

David knew James' idea of ​​"infertility". He had known him for many years, and he knew something was wrong just by looking at his expression.Now that there are so many people, it is hard to explain clearly. I felt that there must be something new about him, so I raised my eyebrows at him and said nothing in front of everyone.

Only Cyril said excitedly: "Now that technology is so advanced, you don't need a good girl to have little James."

James smiled and said, "You're still a kid, what do you know, shut up, you, your hair hasn't even grown yet."

Cyril said: "I have no hair, don't you know?"

It's normal to make dirty jokes in the locker room, and it's also normal to say dirty things.Everyone else was okay, and they didn't think anything was wrong, but David subconsciously felt that something was wrong, they were too close, David felt a sense of crisis in his heart, and looked at the two of them.

Cyril's eyes dodged, and James smiled at him generously.

David was a little unsure again.

At the beginning of the second half, after a short period of rest, Real Madrid rushed hard as soon as they came, holding down the throat of Barcelona's fate.

In the 50th minute of the game, the blond midfielder Lambert shook his head in sweat, smashed his head on the football, and sent the ball directly to Cyril who was waiting in front of the penalty area.Cyril easily and effortlessly shot directly at the goal. The angle was tricky and powerful. The Barcelona goalkeeper couldn't react in time and the football hit the net.

Real Madrid 2:0 Barcelona.

This kind of score made Barcelona show some panic in the first few minutes, and Real Madrid got the opportunity to attack several times again. Fortunately, the goalkeeper was strong and did not let the score expand again.Moreover, in such a tight environment, Crybaby directed the positioning and defense of his teammates several times, and unexpectedly stabilized his line of defense little by little.

Barcelona seems to have found a glimmer of life.Yes, they also have a black-haired crybaby.

The position of the crybaby gradually moved towards the middle.

Barcelona wants a crybaby to take the lead, ridiculous!

James spat and grinned a smile that was definitely not kind, "Let's go, let's meet him."

David smiled too, equally badly.

James and David gradually approached the center, of course they were discovered by everyone, and Barcelona had no time to rescue their poor little prince.

At this time, Real Madrid's vice-team grass mud horse had "accidentally" dropped the ball at the crybaby's feet, plus there was a defender defending the crybaby, and a 4-on-1 situation was formed in an instant.The defender "accidentally" bumped into the crybaby from the side, and the crybaby staggered and almost fell.

Many Barcelona fans couldn't help but scold them for being shameless for bullying the little with the big.

The people inside the stadium did not put their minds outside the stadium.The crybaby in the encirclement tensed his nerves, took the ball, and tried to break through their encirclement again and again-he knew it was impossible-he still wanted to try.

Suddenly, the crybaby flicked the ball to the left. This was a fake move, and the Real Madrid vice-team was so steady that it didn't move at all.

But the crybaby's football awareness is the genius among geniuses. He judged that the Real Madrid vice team would not move, so he immediately steadied his body, leaned back in a moment, and seemed about to successfully exit the circle with the ball under his feet.

James gave the Real Madrid vice team a wink, and the Real Madrid vice team immediately made up for the crybaby, while James and David went around to the other side.

Once again, they kept the crybaby in their circle.

They had played like this before, like four young and strong big cats teasing a little mouse who just left the house.The last time James played like this, the next day the 17-year-old originally talented forward announced his retirement and went to study. Later, I heard that he went to study law. Which law firm he is working in now is doing well.Hey, it's a pity that the mental quality is still not enough on the football field.

They have been besieging the crybabys for 3 minutes, and the referee is so crowded that he can only carefully observe their movements from the periphery.

The crybaby was sweating all over his face. He had never been so nervous and careful before being surrounded by three or four other Real Madrid people.He tried several times, but there was no possibility of a breakthrough at all.

James could already feel the rapidity of his breathing.When the crybaby's psychological defense collapsed and he wanted to kick the ball away, he stopped the ball one step ahead of his teammates, paused for a moment, and passed the ball to the crybaby again.

James is good at directly destroying him from what others are good at.

Isn't the crybaby super conscious of dribbling first-class football?Then let him see that his so-called "superior sense of dribbling first-class football" is actually just a joke in front of absolute strength.

"Let me out." The crybaby gritted his back molars angrily.

But James smiled at him, a little eager to try, "What, do you want to fight?" It's not that he underestimated the crybaby, because with his weak body, anyone on the court could knock the crybaby to the ground and beat him up.

The crybaby said: "What's the point of you doing this? You should play football in a fair and honest way. It's not like we can't beat you."

James lowered his mouth and nodded, "I like to play this game. If you are capable, try to break through me."

The crybaby was targeted by the defense as soon as he came on the court, and was not understood by his teammates. It was even worse in the second half, and he was played like a mouse by James.Originally, I was in a very agitated mood, but when I was aroused by James' words, I rushed over with my head.

James hadn't experienced the impulsiveness of a young hot-blooded boy for a long time. He was unprepared, and was actually hit by the crybaby with his head pushed to his chest. His feet were unsteady, and he fell back to the ground.

James was a little confused after falling.

The head hit the ground, a little pain, a sharp pain.He tried to lift his head up a little, but felt that he couldn't use the strength.

"James!"

"James!"

He reached out and touched the back of his head. It may have been rubbed on the grass. There was blood, but it was not serious.

The crybaby was terrified, and squatted on the ground crying; David grabbed him, pressed him behind his head, and said some comforting words; the Real Madrid team vice-president anxiously called the team doctor to come over.

James only looked around to find it, and saw Cyril rushing back from the opposite penalty area, he ran so fast and so anxious.James couldn't help but wanted to laugh a little - he was definitely not a person who liked to laugh before. For some reason, Lao Mu always liked to laugh after spring, and his heart softened a lot.

But his ears began to buzz, and James felt a burst of heat in his ears and nose, and after a while, bright red blood dripped down.James looked at the blood stains on his white jersey, and couldn't believe it for a while.

James is an existence nicknamed Godzilla, how could it be...

The team doctor brought the stretcher over. James had always felt that it was too shameful to be carried down on the stretcher. Unless his leg was broken, he would never choose this way of ending.He struggled a bit, but he couldn't stand up. He didn't have any strength in his body, and he was limp. He could clearly feel that his condition was not good.

Cyril ran over, "Are you crazy!? Lie down! Lie down!! Lie down, we'll go to the hospital right away!"

He put James on a stretcher and tried to carry him out himself, but was stopped by the staff.Cyril watched carefully as the staff fixed James and hurried off the field.

Cyril stared at James, hating him so much that he wanted to slap James hard, his eyes were red.

James originally wanted to comfort him with a few words, but he didn't expect that his eyes went dark, and he passed out straight up.