The years I played football at Real Madrid

Chapter 111

Cyril mysteriously shared with me a series of related stories about my "another personality", and then asked me: "Is your appearance deformed because of a car accident or other reasons? Why did you see Did you faint from fright because of your appearance?"

I had already talked with another me in my dream, and I also knew who the so-called blond-haired and blue-eyed beautiful boy Alan was. Hearing Cyril tell me this in the fog, I felt a little funny, so funny Yu, I also want to tease him.

"Ah, I've always looked like this. Maybe I didn't faint from shock, but I ate something I shouldn't eat? Allergies or something." I smacked my lips and said, "Why can I still feel the pain in my mouth? Smells like honey?"

Cyril showed a little guilt, but soon regained his confidence. "Because Alan is another you. I feel sorry for him. That Alan likes to eat sweet things, so I gave him some. But, why do you not like to eat sweets? Since when did you start? ?”

I said, "What you liked when you were young may not be what you like when you grow up. You liked to watch cartoons when you were young, do you still like to watch them now? Wet the bed when you were young, do you still like to do so now?"

"I liked to eat vegetables when I was a child, and I still like to eat vegetables when I grow up. I have liked you since I was a child, and I still like you when I grow up."

"No, no, this topic is getting away from you. Let's talk about the taste of honey in my mouth. You know that I am controlling my body fat, and you still give me honey? Huh? You want to turn me into a bear ?"

Cyril rushed over and hugged my head, stuffed my mouth and gnawed. When it was over, he licked the drool from the corner of his mouth and complained with a smile, "Where is there any honey smell, you are lying."

I snicker.

He seemed to have discovered a new world, with bright eyes, "James, you look so pretty when you smile..."

Me, if I didn't know that he has abnormal aesthetics, I would really think he was mocking me.

So I sucked my teeth, "Hiss, you idiot." I was a little embarrassed, slapped him on the face, and turned his face away.

Cyril got excited, turned around and rode on my lap. "James, James."

He called me, and I knew what it meant.But I couldn't agree, and I said, "No, I'm going to the club tomorrow, maybe I have to take off my clothes for a physical examination, what do you mean by the traces on your body?"

Cyril had his own way, he sucked my Adam's apple, and when I was about to speak, it was all stuck in my throat.Madan, this...

I pushed him, very lightly, and Cyril didn't move, but bit it lightly even more excessively, not only biting, but also licking with his tongue.

Am I that easy to give in?Cyril's eyes are attractive, I glanced at him, and said: "Turn around, today we are in the back position, you lie down, don't touch me, I will come, I will be lighter, if it hurts you, you must To say."

Cyril's breathing became short of breath, he nodded quickly, biting his lip with anticipation.

He turned around and knelt down with his back to me, buttocks pouted.

Me, I took this opportunity, quickly got out of bed and ran away.

David looked at me strangely, and whispered, "It shouldn't be, why does Cyril look at you as if he is watching you kill your father and enemy? I thought you two would share the Golden Globe Award. The relationship is so good that it couldn't be better. .”

I sighed and lowered my head to wash my own socks - these socks should have been washed by Cyril, but it was obvious that he was not in a good mood, so I had to wash them.God knows, I haven’t washed my socks by hand for several years. The younger brothers who washed my socks at the beginning have now become famous football stars one by one. I don’t have to wash my socks anymore. up.

"Did you offend him somewhere?" David asked me, "He's still staring at you."

"Can you forget about it?"

David smiled and said: "Sharing the Ballon d'Or, how wonderful, the whole football world will remember the friendship between the two of you."

I frowned, looked at David, and found that he was just talking casually, not really feeling anything.

"Yeah, I'm surprised too." I leaned over and whispered to David, showing a bit embarrassed look, "I'm telling you the truth, brother, don't tell anyone."

David nodded quickly and listened nervously to what I said.

"I knew in advance that I would not be able to win the Golden Globe this year, so I made some preparations. I discussed it with Cyril, and I canvassed for him. He came to have our names engraved. You know me, I am a bit crazy about the Golden Globe Award, I must win it once in this life before I give up, so I thought of this trick, so that Cyril also won the award, and my name also engraved on the trophy."

"Oh my God, this... no wonder you..." David didn't expect the two of us to do this in private. "Don't let anyone else know about this matter, just you and me, and Cyril, other people can't hear a single word, do you understand?"

"Of course I know."

David clicked his tongue and shook his head, "Then he is...?"

I coughed, feeling a little sorry for cheating my good brother, but this matter really needs to be concealed. "It may be that I have occupied the Ballon d'Or for too long, and he has a little opinion on me."

David sighed, nodded, and said that Cyril was wrong. "He should also be considerate of your feelings. He took over the stage to accept the award. Why can't you let you hold the trophy for a while? There is no reason for this. You are a cooperative relationship."

I replied, "Yes, you are right. But I also thought about it. After all, this trophy is shared by the two of us. I am tired of playing these days, so I will return it to him later. It's okay."

David is an honest man. Hearing what I said, he didn't think about it anymore.

Today is the first day of the club's reunion. As usual, everyone has to strip naked and perform some tests in the team doctor's small medical examination room.

Cyril was so unhappy that he could kill a fly by frowning. However, when he saw me take off the outer pants and a pair of blue and black underwear inside, his expression relaxed a lot.

During this winter break, my body fat has increased a little, and my speed and endurance are still the same as before. What makes me even more happy is that at the age of 36, I still lead the team in running [-] meters.I didn't feel very good for a while. I thought my physical fitness had declined, but I didn't expect it to be so good. I was a little overjoyed.

The team doctor looked at me and praised me very emotionally: "You pervert!"

I gladly accept.

Cyril ranks No.4, besides me, there are David and Lambert in front of him.Lambert said: "Forwards are not as fit as midfielders or defenders. This is normal. What's more, you still play a one-off charge. Normal, normal, you don't have to feel disappointed. In fact, I am quite surprised by your result. Yes, you didn't cheat, did you?"

Cyril was furious. "You, you're the one cheating."

The team doctor quickly reminded him, "Don't be angry, don't be angry, your blood pressure is rising, which will affect the accuracy of the data."

Cyril took a breath and held back from arguing with Lambert.

Lambert deliberately teased him: "After running [-] meters, do you feel that your kidneys are failing? I see you have been holding your hands."

Before Cyril jumped up, I went over and slapped Lambert on the shoulder.

When Lambert saw it was me, he faltered, and smiled flatteringly, "James."

I also smiled at him, "Your grades are quite good. It seems that you didn't relax during the winter break. Very good."

I don't usually speak to these young players, and Lambert is a little flattered. "Cough, yes, yes, I have always wanted to be as good as you..."

The corner of my mouth curled up, and I smiled on the surface, "Are you stuck here and have nothing to do?"

"Oh no, I'm waiting in line to be checked."

"Can I join the team?" I asked.

Lambert looked at me in surprise.

"I'm urgent to urinate, and I want to go to the bathroom after the inspection. Can I jump in line?" I said.

"When, of course."

I pushed Lambert aside and put myself behind Cyril.

After the lengthy examination, there was another test to measure the tension of the thigh muscles. The team doctor needed someone to help, so he asked me to help support Cyril's waist, and then Cyril's thigh was tested with a tension belt with a detector.

I supported his naked waist, and the two of them were frank in only a pair of underwear. He lowered his head and pulled twice, and a certain part saluted uncontrollably.

The team doctor works in an energetic football club, and has seen this situation a lot. He smiled and looked at Cyril, "Why, haven't you played enough during the winter break? I guess after you won the Golden Globe, there should be many temptation?"

"There are many temptations." Cyril said coolly, "But I already have my heart."

"Then you are?"

Cyril pursed his lips and said in a low voice: "Because the person I like is too delicate and weak to bear my bravery. I haven't had much fun yet, and someone is already powerless to fight."

I hold back my laughter.

"Wait, are you telling me pornographic jokes? Or are you sharing your...a little bedroom story with me?" The team doctor's expression was stiff.

I burst out laughing.

My smile made the team doctor notice my Adam's apple. "James, what's wrong with you here? Why is there a little red..."

"Ahem." I restrained myself a little, and squeezed my Adam's apple pretendingly, "Recently, my throat feels a little uncomfortable. I often pinch it, and it seems a little red."

Cyril snickered, I looked at him, and joked: "So, what does the person you like look like? 'Delicate body and frail' can still fascinate you like this. Why have I never seen it before? Cyril, this is not interesting enough, we should let everyone see when we talk about girlfriends, what if one day the brothers picked flowers and picked them on their own family?"

Cyril bared his teeth and smiled: "A certain person is very good-looking, about 1.7 meters by 1.8 meters in height, his buttocks are upturned, his skin is also very healthy, his eyes are big, very energetic, and his eyes are bright when he smiles. , and looking at me all the time. My God, someone is really obsessed with me."

I couldn't laugh, and the team doctor laughed too. "Sounds like you're infatuated with her."

Cyril blushed a bit, "No."

After the physical examination, there is a small link to interact with the fans. Generally speaking, this small link goes to the middle of the food chain in the team. Before that, it was Cyril and Lambert.Now that Cyril has won the Golden Globe, at least he is no longer in the middle of the food chain, at least he is not a very powerful boss.

However, we have no activities for two afternoons, and I don't want to go back, and I will be entangled by Cyril again.How can a good time be wasted in bed.

I suggested that we go to interact with the fans together, but Cyril had nothing to do with me, so he had to go with him.

The fans are all loyal to Real Madrid. There are about a hundred people in a small room. Everyone sits together, chats, signs autographs, sings, dances, and bounces the ball. It's perfect.

Over the years, Meilingge and I have fallen in love and killed each other enough.

When they saw me coming, they were a little embarrassed at first, but then gradually became more natural. Some of them were more courageous and wanted to put their arms around my shoulders to take a photo. I didn't refuse, smiled and faced the camera.

The fans said: "James, don't laugh, it looks like a witch is going to eat a child, it's scary, don't laugh, just like that."

I grinned on purpose, "I like this, whether I like to shoot or not."

The fans also laughed, and after laughing, they still came to take a photo with me.

A child wearing a white Real Madrid jersey accidentally fell down when he came to me. He was about three or four years old and lay on the ground crying. I quickly picked him up. He was a little frightened. I patted his back gently. He buried his face in my neck, not crying, but he just hugged my neck like this.

I had no choice but to take this child, so I asked, "Whose child is this? Come and take it back."

The child's father thanked me and took the child back.

I sat over there to sign, and almost everyone present wanted my autograph, and I didn't feel bored, just signed quietly.In this way, the number of autographs for fans should be very small. When I get old and retire, maybe it will be this year, maybe next year. Anyway, after I retire, people who meet me again may ask me to sign an autograph if they know me. There won't be many people. After ten or twenty years, no one will recognize me.

I cherish such time very much.

When I started my professional football career, I also had a good wish to make fans like me.Although things backfired, I could score goals and help the team win the championship, but the fans still love and hate me, they like the glory I bring to them, and hate my arrogance and unreasonableness.

"My greatest hope is that you won't see the words I signed for you today on ebuy tomorrow." I said with a smile.

"No, no, don't wait until tomorrow. You can see it tonight. Obviously, your autograph can still fetch a lot of money."

I laughed, the Meilingers are quite humorous.

"You should smile like that more often."

"Yes, especially in the same city derby."

"Why?" I asked.

"This is a weapon of mass destruction, and it should only be used at critical moments. At that time, Atletico Madrid's people are about to shoot. If you smile at them like this, they will definitely slip on the soles of their feet. Haha, the referee can't give you a card yet."

"No, the referee will give it a card because it is a permanent injury and blow to the player," another said.

I was so teased that I laughed so hard that I almost fainted from drinking water.

"I used to think you were annoying, fierce and hateful, but that may be because of your prejudice against you in the past. I didn't expect to see you today. You are not bad in private." Some fans said, "James, I didn't expect You're such a James."

I nodded and teased them, "Now you know you regret it? How about when you booed me?"

"...I regret it." The fan said, "I should boo louder."

I laughed.

Although the past few years in Real Madrid have been sour and sweet, but in the last period of time, the previous unhappiness slowly settled into reluctance.

I saw a few elders hiding in the corner wiping their tears.

In fact, I also have mixed feelings. I used to say that Real Madrid is not good here. It is not good there. The fans are harsh and picky. The stadium lawn is uncomfortable. It's useless to go, a lot of problems.

But here... After all, this is the club where I will retire.

The world is colorful, but the ego is pure white.I will end my career here and put an end to my football journey. The years I have fought hard and bled for it will be sealed in the cabinet and in the video for future generations pay homage.

It's like a leaf, from spores, to young leaves, to growing, from green to yellow, and finally falling into the soil.

I may be old, and I am starting to feel a little bit emotional.

Cyril came over, looked at me with a smile, and whispered, "Look, everyone likes you, and I like you too."

I raised my eyebrows, "I like myself too!"