The years I played football at Real Madrid

Chapter 163 Wearing Shoes

James always felt that Cyril had something to hide from him. When Cyril got up to fry eggs in the morning, he fried a fried egg, and when it was served in front of him, he still looked unaware.

James ate silently, guessing what Cyril had done.

This feeling of getting worse was so real, he looked suspiciously at Cyril, and Cyril absent-mindedly sprinkled a lot of white pepper on the plate, and when he saw him, his eyebrows raised suddenly, and he stared guiltily. he.

Usually, when Cyril shows this kind of look, it means that he has done something bad.James is [-] percent sure.

James wiped his mouth with a napkin, and said lightly, "Frankly, now."

"...Frankly, you, don't talk nonsense." Cyril was so flustered that he didn't even dare to eat breakfast, and immediately jumped up from the stool and ran out, "I still have training in the morning, I'm leaving first! "When I went out, I forgot to change my shoes, and ran away wearing a pair of slippers.

James couldn't help but smiled.He slowly ate his own breakfast, then put on Cyril's shoes, and then drove to the club, 10 minutes earlier than usual, and bought a healthy breakfast suitable for athletes on the way, and gave it to a few The clerk signed it.

A few more hard-working teammates have already come to the club, laughing and laughing around, James knocked on the door, "Everyone is very happy, it seems that the game against Barcelona has already been won, yes no?"

"James, morning." Lambert wiped off the sweat after exercising just now, smiling, "There are still 5 days, it's still early."

James looked at Lambert. Lambert was not afraid of him at all now, and James had nothing to do with him.

"We were laughing just now that Cyril came here wearing slippers. He was embarrassed and ran away." Lambert said with a smile, "Maybe it was because I got up in a hurry in the morning and forgot it. I didn't remember it until I went to the club several times. I didn't brush my teeth. Fortunately, there is a room upstairs with all the toiletries. Cyril is also unlucky. His sneakers were accidentally wet when two daredevils fought in the morning, and there seems to be no spare sneakers upstairs. What about him when we play football? Barefoot? Hey, I'm about the same size as him, but I don't want to lend him..."

James ignored him, guessing that Cyril should be in the upstairs room at this time, so he carried his things and prepared to go up.

"What did you bring? James, is it delicious? I can smell the aroma of food. Me, can I eat? Although I ate in the morning, I am hungry again, can I have some? Just A little, let me see what you brought..." Lambert was pitiful.

James slapped him on the head, "Go away and go to training."

"Okay, okay, save some for me, I smell the smell of hot dogs, give me one, just one, please." Lambert grabbed James' wrist, and it seemed that he didn't intend to let him go .

James looked at the others, and his teammates were shocked by Lambert's guts to die for food. After receiving James' signal, they quickly used other food to lure Lambert back.Lambert still stared at the bag in James' hand unwillingly.

The foodie world is unreasonable.

It is even more strange that Lambert can transfer to Spain for food.

James went to find Cyril, and Cyril lost his temper because he didn't have any sneakers in the room. All the decorations were swept to the ground, and the cabinet was overturned. Cyril sat on the bed and sulked, with his back to James.

Hearing the sound, Cyril said angrily: "Laugh at me again, and I will die with you!"

James laughed, "So fierce?"

Cyril immediately turned his head, was taken aback for a moment, then slowly showed a smile on his face, and then reluctantly hid himself, awkwardly. "What are you doing here?"

James shook the bag in his hand, "I've brought you sneakers, and I'll feed you by the way."

Surprised, Cyril looked at the locked door, hesitated for a moment, but his eyes were a little eager to try, "Isn't that good? It's still so early, and the team training hasn't started yet. If we don't show up all morning , will definitely be suspected."

Really... James wiped his forehead, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, "Let you have breakfast, where are you thinking?"

Cyril was eating breakfast with a blushing face, James took the sneakers and knelt down to put on the shoes for Cyril.Cyril looked at him in surprise, James is so gentle today, actually helping him put on his shoes? "No, no..."

"It's okay, you eat yours, I'll wear it for you to save time." James squatted and said with a smile.

Cyril suddenly remembered that when he first entered Real Madrid, because Cyril had a bad attitude and was slack during the game, James cleaned him up in the locker room and forced him to kneel down to put on his shoes.There were a few bosses in the team smiling beside them.Cyril was very angry at the time, full of shame and anger, but his force value was really inferior to James, so he could only squat down and put on shoes for James.

I still remember that James wore a pair of black socks that day. There was a hole in the thumb. I don’t know how many years he had worn it. It was very old. James’s thumb was still shaking, as if mocking him. .

Cyril even thought that James was deliberately humiliating him.

Cyril definitely refused to accept it, and made a fuss on the spot. James beat him up, and then stepped on his head with his foot, forcing him to kneel down and put on his shoes again.

At that time, Cyril's tears were about to fall, and he tried not to cry, lowered his head, and honestly half-kneeled to put on James' shoes.He made up his mind that he must transfer and leave during the winter break. He can go to Australia to play with the Kangaroos. He will not stay in Real Madrid.

He also vowed that he must make James pay the price in the future, and let James kneel on the ground to put on his shoes.At that time, he will definitely be able to let go of his shame and feel free.

… James is now half kneeling on the ground to put on his shoes, but Cyril blushes.

"Oh, I really convinced you." James shook his head, smiled, and squeezed Cyril's soles with his hands, "Tell me, what happened?"

Cyril's eyes dodged, "I, I don't know. What are you talking about."

"You'd better tell me first, in case it's something bad, I'll take precautions and help you deal with the tail." James said, "I really don't trust you."

Cyril lowered his head and said, "I drove the crybaby back to Barcelona."

James frowned, "You?"

"Well, the crybaby quarreled with me, and I don't want him to stay in our house any longer. I guess you couldn't bear it, so you drove him away secretly behind your back."

"You?" James shook his head, "It's impossible for you alone, you don't have that much courage. When the crybaby quarreled with you so fiercely, you didn't see you really drive him away. So, who will discuss with you Passed? Your agent? Who else?"

Really nothing can hide from him.Cyril had no choice but to confess, "It's not my agent. Me and Alan. Alan is your second personality, the more well-behaved one. He chatted with the crybaby for a while last night, and then he found me and asked me to Send the crybaby away, because the crybaby found out what happened between us."

James understood, "Next time you don't have to hide something like this from me, and don't worry that I will be angry."

But Cyril was also worried that James would be angry, so...

James smiled at Cyril, "Everyone has his own way to go. The crybaby will go back to Barcelona sooner or later. That is his home. My home is here with you. You are right To me, that's the most important thing."

Cyril glanced at him, and suddenly rushed forward to kiss him, and the two quickly hugged each other shamelessly.

Allen hasn't come back for a long time, and James is getting more and more tired from using this body. He can't even walk by himself, and lies in bed all day long, let alone thinking about playing any games.

His teammates came to visit him one by one, and James also chatted and laughed with others, but he was always lacking energy and soon fell asleep again.

Now it is the end of the season, all the burdens are on them, and the injuries in the team have gone round.After Xiping Barcelona, ​​Real Madrid's two league opponents are Deportivo and Valencia. After winning these two games, Real Madrid will usher in the same city derby Atletico Madrid in the Champions League semi-finals.Atletico Madrid is really difficult to play, and none of the Derby players is soft-footed.

At this time, James fell asleep for a longer time.

Ronaldo invited many brain experts to help James examine and treat him, and he also consulted a lot of psychologists, and got an unexpected diagnosis result.First of all, Alan had a tumor in his brain. The tumor was not big, but the location was particularly dangerous.Secondly, it may be that the tumor has compressed a certain nerve in the brain, causing Alan to have hallucinations.

Ronaldo didn't understand at first.The psychiatrist explained to him that Allen was not a second personality at all, because Allen's previous life was really lacking in excitement, and it was difficult to really give birth to a second personality. Therefore, the existence of the so-called "James" is actually Alan's Lun imagined it.He fantasizes about a wonderfully perfect version of himself and calls him "James," but they're actually one person.

"Impossible, they are completely two people." Ronaldo couldn't believe it. "You mean, James is just a fantasy? No, no, he is real."

"It's just a speculation." The psychiatrist didn't dare to give him too sure, and raised another possibility, "If it is really a second personality, it will be even more troublesome. From the current situation, the second personality It has gradually replaced the main personality, so his body will gradually weaken, and finally the main personality will disappear, and the consciousness of this body will also disappear, and he will become a vegetable."

"In any case, the existence of James is a sickness to this body. If you want him to recover..."

"Then what do we need to do?"

"The tumor in the brain was removed, and then psychotherapy erased all traces of James' existence."

Ronaldo looked at the sleepy James, lost in thought.