The years I played football at Real Madrid

Chapter 165 The Crybaby Champions League Debut

2017年5月2日,16/17赛季欧冠半决赛首回合比赛在伯纳乌球场展开较量。皇马主场作战巴萨。

The sun is still shining in Madrid.

Allen still stays in James' body, he is still a bystander, I don't know why it has been so long, and there is no sign of going back at all.He panicked for a while at first, worried about the world over there, but gradually, James' wonderful and interesting life attracted him again, and he was gradually able to settle down in James' body.

At this moment, James sat on the chair and adjusted his breathing silently.He is not a person who will be nervous before the game. Years of fighting and a natural big heart make him never afraid of any game.

He was just quietly adjusting his state to the best.

That was his world alone, no one would bother him, and no one dared to blaspheme the gods.

Everyone is silently waiting for him.

It's like knights waiting for the king's order.The atmosphere in the locker room was calm and steady.

Twenty minutes before the start of the game, the assistant coach came in to remind everyone to be in position.At this time, James put on his equipment and adjusted his state.He stood up first, clapped his hands to everyone, and grinned badly, "Okay, girls, stop chattering, we're ready to pick up guests."

The teammates laughed, and his friends who knew him pushed him, "We are so fierce, the Barcelona people may not be able to bear it."

"That's right, your legs are so weak that you can't pull up your pants after getting off the bed!"

Captain David was also laughing, and advised everyone, "Don't say such nasty words. We are a legal and decent club, not an underground club. This is Madrid, not Barcelona..."

There was booing all around, everyone was talking and laughing, with relaxed expressions, they didn't take Barcelona very seriously.If it is said that Barcelona can compete with Real Madrid in the past, but since James came, Barcelona has not won Real Madrid for a long time, and the possibility of even a tie is very small.

In contrast, Atletico Madrid, who still live in the same city, is more attractive to Real Madrid's hatred.

Everyone believes that this is just a Champions League game. With James, they will definitely win.

So even though it is the Champions League, everyone is still in a relatively relaxed mood, even talking and laughing after seeing a familiar kid on the Barcelona bench. "Look, isn't that James' adopted son?"

"But how did I hear that she is James' child bride?"

"Barcelona."

"It's a bit like Romeo and Juliet, you put it this way..."

"I didn't say anything."

Captain David slapped them on the shoulder, "You are so courageous, even James dares to tease you."

"We talk nonsense, nonsense. Hahaha. Just kidding."

For the first three 10 minutes of the game, the rhythm was in the hands of Real Madrid, or in other words, in the hands of James.He firmly grasped the situation, organized an attack or returned to defense, wave after wave, like a rushing wave, everyone in Barcelona was as suffocated and frightened as a mouse being played with by a cat.

"Antonio...you can't go on like this, James is too strong." Barcelona's deputy team held Redondo, who was sweating profusely as a Barcelona defenseman, "We have to find a way!"

They can't last.

If this continues, the team will have no will, and this game will undoubtedly lose.

Judging from Barcelona's few experiences in winning Real Madrid in the past few years, if they want to win, unless their style of play is particularly smooth and their luck is particularly good that day; or when Real Madrid wants to retain their strength to play other trophies.

Real Madrid has James, just like the US military has a surface-to-air intercontinental missile.

How does this make them fight?

"Don't be discouraged, let everyone cheer up." Redondo said, "No matter how strong James is, he is just a person, he is not a god. We only need to..."

Before the words were finished, James came head-on with the ball. His age is not considered young for football players, but when he ran, even the youngest and fastest player in the Barcelona team could not catch up with him, let alone He still came with the ball.

James came, he was so fast and powerful.Redondo's heart almost stopped beating for an instant.

No, no, don't let him score!

Redondo's face darkened slightly.

He made a move that he regretted when he came to his senses. He shoveled at James' feet, not at the ball.He just wanted to break James' leg at the time, to keep him and prevent him from scoring.

But James seems to have sensed his movements in advance, or James's nerve reaction speed is faster than ordinary people. He jumped up, kicked the ball with his knee, passed Redondo, and went directly to the next target... The most disgusting thing about James is that he likes guards who have been to other people's houses, and he likes to meet grumpy guards twice more.

Didn't hit him.

Lei Dongdo was stunned for a moment, unable to tell whether he was glad or disappointed. After waiting for a while, he was probably more afraid.With this kick, if he can keep James, let alone their private sympathy, it would be a shame for Barcelona if he used this trick.It doesn't matter if you are not as good at playing football, it's teamwork, not a single person's mistake; but if you can't kick the football, you start kicking people... It just slapped Barcelona in the face for more than 100 years.

Redondo’s parents started playing football in Barcelona, ​​and after retiring, he engaged in team management. He grew up in the Barcelona youth academy and received the purest Barcelona education. The honor of Barcelona is as precious as his life. , no, more important than his life!

Redondo's face was burning with pain.

He watched as James simply and decisively wiped another defender, faced the goalkeeper, and then volleyed directly at the goal.

The ball is in.

Redondo's eyes turned red and he cried.

No matter how strong James is, he is just a person, he is not a god. 'This sentence seems to be still in his ears, but he saw James score in front of him, although it was not the first time, but this time, he felt extremely sad and helpless.

No, James is already a god.No one can beat him.

How can a mortal defeat a god?

Just when he collapsed, he saw the head coach let the black-haired kid in his early 16s warm up on the sidelines. The kid was very calm, doing warm-up movements silently, but his breathing was slightly short of breath-isn't he afraid?That's James.

The little boy came on the field, it was produced by their Barcelona youth training, he cooperated well with his teammates, and Barcelona's offensive strength became much stronger.Redondo was suddenly overjoyed - this kid was taught by James himself, he got James' true biography, and he also knows James' playing habits, so will he possibly help them beat James?

Redondo pinned his hopes on him.

Real Madrid also saw the warm-up of the cubs, but they were more playful and funny.

Is Barcelona gone?Such a small kid, maybe a few years later with his talent can really shine, but now?David alone could have kicked him to the point where he went home crying to find his mother.

Everyone laughed and didn't take him seriously.

James paid attention to him, and when he was on the court, he gave him an encouraging smile—it was indeed an encouraging smile, and everyone who knew him knew it, although it didn't look very good.

The crybaby was stunned for a moment, and after a while, he realized that his face was still dazed and expressionless, but his ears turned red.

Redondo rubbed his hair, "Come on, we must win Real Madrid. This is the Champions League!"

The crybaby responded, but still looked at James stupidly, Redondo shook his head lightly, and said nothing.

And James, when the crybaby first touched the ball, he vaguely felt something.It was a very mysterious feeling, like... hiss, I can't say it, but James breathed a sigh of relief.

"Barcelona is going to change the formation, and the role of the crybaby will be manifested soon." James whispered to the Real Madrid deputy who was in charge of the frontcourt scheduling in this game, "You have to try not to let him touch the ball. Understand? ?”

The vice-president of the Real Madrid team is a fool, relying on his good looks, he dares to try any look.He blew the green grass mud horse bangs in front of his forehead, "Don't worry, there's no problem. But, he's just a kid. Is it necessary to pay too much attention to him? Compared with him, Cali is a bigger threat too much."

Barcelona's intentions are so obvious, but he still hasn't seen it?

James' expression was a bit indescribable, "If every midfielder in Real Madrid is as stupid as you, we are finished."

"Hey!"

James rubbed his muddy bangs, feeling a little sweaty, and wiped his face. "obedient."

"...I'm also a captain anyway." Real Madrid vice-president rolled his eyes, listened to his words, and ordered everyone to help guard against the crybaby.

The crybaby soon suffered a huge test in life. The stop dribbling he was proud of could not be played at all. Not only that, he couldn't even touch the ball in 10 minutes of playing.

He was targeted.

The crybaby was covered in sweat.There are always more than three or four people around him guarding him, and even Barcelona's top striker is not treated so well.

Intermission.

The deputy of the Real Madrid team passed by him and smiled a not-so-kind smile.

The crybaby put his hands on his knees and gasped for breath. He felt tired, but it wasn't a physical problem, it was just a simple feeling of tiredness.He looked at Redondo.

Redondo said: "You helped Barcelona a lot. Continue like this in the second half and we will get more chances."

The crybaby wiped his eyes, he didn't cry, he just loved to shed tears.He shook his head and said, "No, you are wrong, you should help me. James has already discovered it, haven't you noticed the slightest trace yet?"

The gap between gods and mortals.

The crybaby looked determined, just like James when he set foot on a regular court for the first time many years ago.

"Help me, I am your chance."