The years I played football at Real Madrid

Chapter 148 Psychological Counseling

"Did you feel a little nervous before the match against Bayern?" The psychological counselor is about 30 years old, a standard Spanish-style handsome guy, with a sexy moustache, and crooked eyes when he smiles. He is very handsome and has a temperament mild. "It's okay, we're just chatting. The content of the chat is confidential to the outside world, just you and me. I'm a counselor, not a psychotherapist."

James put his feet up on the desk, closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, not cooperating at all.

The handsome guy didn't speak, and leaned his head back on the chair, closing his eyes and resting his mind.

Half an hour later, James woke up in a daze. Seeing that he was also sleeping, he felt dissatisfied and knocked on the table with his hand. "It's easy for you to earn money."

The handsome guy paused for a moment before realizing it, and smiled, "It's okay, it's okay, you football players are high-paying professions, and I'm not as good as you."

James sneered.

The handsome guy said: "We didn't know each other when we met for the first time. You are a customer, and you are still a reluctant customer. I can only get to know you in a very one-sided way, so in the first few psychological counseling sessions, let us first communicate with each other. Get acquainted."

"If I don't want to get to know you, don't want to get to know you," James said, "what will you do?"

"It's not good. Let me say something in advance. The price is negotiated. Even if you don't talk to me, the Real Madrid club will give me the money as usual." The handsome guy smiled, "Look, your club is very important. Yours, I am willing to pay a big price to care for your mental health. Although I don't know football, I can guess that you must be a very good football player."

James said nothing.

"Your silence is also a language to me. After all, I eat this bowl of rice."

"I don't make things difficult for you either. Let me ask you, to be honest, what kind of psychological counseling does the club ask you to do?" James squinted his eyes.

"The club asked me to make you happy." The handsome guy said with a smile.

James was expressionless, and the handsome guy quickly restrained his smile, "Don't be so nervous, I'm not a bad person. Hello, my name is Kleist, can I call you 'Alan'? Or call you another name?"

James showed a smirk, "Just call me Allen."

"Alan? It's a nice name." Kleist said, "Handsome, good-looking, harmonious, peaceful, happy, and famous. This name has many meanings. You must be your parents' favorite." Child. However, this is a relatively unisex name. I know several girls who are also called Alan...they just don’t look as good as you. "

Although he is wearing Allen's shell now, James still feels very uncomfortable when he is praised for his good looks.

"You look a bit like Beckham. I've only heard of such a football star. You play football and you look good. There must be many fans who like you. But I heard that you don't like to sign autographs for others. Why? You Is the handwriting ugly?"

James pouted and said nothing.

Kleist raised the board in his hand, "I have to write something for business, right?"

James said: "Then you write, Allen is normal, very normal, there is nothing abnormal, there is no need for psychological counseling at all, over."

Kleist smiled and said, "Do you know? In fact, most people, more or less, have a little bit of mental illness. It depends on whether the mental illness has delayed his normal life. If so, then You need a psychiatrist."

The head coach Zidane arranged psychological counseling sessions for Allen, which may be due to two reasons. The first point is Allen's paranoia; the second point is Allen's wanting nothing.

Everyone will think that Alan is a good baby when they see Alan for the first time.Cute and sensible, he is also very kind to his friends, does not cause trouble, is very obedient and obedient, and is the kind of child who can make people feel at ease.

But after getting along for a long time, you can find many problems with him.

The most intolerable thing about Zidane this time is that Allen's psychology caused him to be injured and unable to participate in the game.Is Allen nervous?You must be nervous. Everyone is nervous. The UEFA Champions League can be said to be the world's top competition. Every team wants to win the championship, and every player wants to show their demeanor in the final.But the tension is the tension, everyone will work hard, fight, and fight for it.But Allen has no aggressive ideas, and Zidane can see this from his eyes.

Football is played with passion.If you don't even have the basic desire to win, what kind of football is there to play?

Zidane has always felt that Allen's mental state is worrying, but he never thought it was so serious before. Thinking that Allen is still young, getting in touch with more people and things can turn his temper around.

This time biting the toffee and biting himself, Zidane was determined to treat Allen, all of whom were internationally renowned psychiatrists.

Although James refused to cooperate, Allen is now in another world.But there is always a reason why it is expensive. The psychiatrist just chatted with James on the sofa for less than 10 minutes, brushed it up, and wrote in his medical record: moderate depression, consider medication.

James raised his head and frowned, "Did you scribble? I'm depressed? How is it possible? I'm such a cheerful person. Hahaha."

"I write casually, and write more serious, so that I can make money."

"Your treatment is too watery, how did you cheat your fame?" James complained.

Kleist said: "I don't know either. Everyone says I'm good, so I must be good."

James smiled, thinking he was a bit interesting, took a sip of his mineral water, and then put his feet up on the table by the way.

"How long are we going to be like this every day?"

"About an hour and a half."

James nodded, "Okay, let's all relax. You write yours, and I sleep with mine. By the way, do you have a computer here to play?"

"Yes." Kleist said, "Do you drink anything? Just water? Oh, you're an athlete, you can't drink anything else."

"No, I get fat easily by drinking other things."

According to the information, Allen has always been a thin person who still needs to gain weight, and there is no such thing as gaining weight.Kleist narrowed his eyes, "I have orange juice here, do you want to drink it?"

"Freshly squeezed? I'll drink a little of the freshly squeezed one."

Kleist brought him a glass of orange juice, then went to the window and drew the curtains, and then played a very soothing song through a small speaker.The music is very slow, a bit bluesy, and I can't help but want to sway slightly with the rhythm of the music.

James drank half a glass of orange juice. He didn't know whether it was because the afternoon sun was too warm or the music was too hypnotic. James had just woken up and soon became a little drowsy again.

"You are different from the Allen described by others." Kleist said with a smile. He still had dimples when he laughed. James stared at his dimples. There was a small mole next to the dimples, which was very similar to Ronaldo. like.James squinted his eyes and leaned over to look at him carefully. "They say you're quiet, shy, shy, and a little mischievous. Gee, but I don't think they get to know the real you."

"Then who am I?"

"I don't know." Kleist said, "I just came to chat with you."

James laughed, lying on his back in the chair, his eyelids were so heavy that he could hardly keep them open.

Kleist smiled and said, "By the way, I've been chatting with you for so long, and I still don't know your name?"

James was dazed and didn't speak for a long time.

"It's okay, go to sleep, I will watch over you."

James breathed a sigh of relief, and his mood relaxed.

"I'm watching over you, but who are you?" Kleist asked him again, "Can I help you?"

"I'm James." James said, "...you get lost."

By the time James woke up again, Allen had already returned.Alan tore up all the psychiatrist's medical records very rudely, and then poured the orange juice into the trash can.

Kleist still had a good-tempered smile, "You're too guarded against me. Could it be that because of my occupation, I don't even have the right to be friends with you?"

"You're not good enough for me," Allen said. "My friends are all good people, the worst is Isco."

"Is Isco your good friend? I heard that he is your teammate and you live in his house now? You..."

Allen shook his head lightly.

Krystal stared at him.

Allen said softly: "I regret it, I shouldn't have dumped the half glass of orange juice into the trash can just now."

Kleist added, "But it's my job. I'm just eating."

Allen nodded, "Okay, see you next time at the appointed time."

The quarter-finals of the UEFA Champions League have just ended, and the next game is the national derby against Barcelona. There are still 1 days of rest in between, which is used to relax the players. In fact, it is relaxation, but there is no way to relax.National derby, Barcelona, ​​these two words put together, I feel flustered when I think about it.

Allen has also attended two psychological counseling sessions. He still hasn't said anything, and the psychological counselor has not been able to collect more information.It's just that his teammates feel that he has become more indifferent.

Zidane comforted him when he was in a bad mood, and told him that he might be allowed to play in the national derby.

After hearing this, Allen said nothing and lowered his head.

When Zidane spoke to him again, he pretended not to hear him.

"You are angry with me, I can understand, but you also have to think about it, the league, the Champions League, neither of us can relax." Zidane said, "I want you to be a unique king. The king should be indomitable Without fear, the king should lead everyone to victory."

Allen responded to him with only a thin back.

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