The years I played football at Real Madrid

Chapter 108 Transition Chapter

Cyril pulled Allen back, "What are you doing so close? What do you want to do? Want to steal my trophy?"

Allen said, "I just..." wanted to use it as a mirror.Doesn't it seem impolite to say that?Allen scratched his hair, complimented out of politeness, "I just think it looks good."

Cyril said with a smile, "Of course it looks good. James proposed to me with this."

What? ! !

"Marriage proposal?" Allen's attention suddenly shifted from James' appearance to the current progress of the two of them. "He proposed to you? You agreed? You guys, how could he propose? This, this is probably not very good. "

Cyril said: "What's wrong. James likes me, I like James, we want to be together forever, we have a legal relationship, it's that simple."

"But you are in football." Allen said, "My dad said, football is very taboo about this, even if you are, you have to hide it so that no one can find it, otherwise your career will be ruined. "

"That's what James said. Wait, aren't you an orphan?" Cyril said. "Well, I know you probably imagined you had a father, and that's normal. When it comes to James, older people always Sentimentality is nothing to worry about. James is very careful. When we are outside, James never says a word to me. It feels like we are just normal teammates."

Getting older...?

If James heard this sentence, I'm afraid Cyril would be beaten and happy.Allen thought so, and then generously decided to hide this sentence.

"I don't think it's that serious. If it's discovered, it's a big deal to retire. In fact, I'm still a little worried that James will retire so much earlier than me. If he is hooked by some goblins outside, that would be too much." Too bad. I just happened to be able to guard him. Although I am a little sorry for James' hard training, there is nothing I can do. What about you? You too? It doesn't look like it." Cyril said.

Allen said, "I don't know."

Cyril guessed that the 16-year-old James was still a half-grown child, and he hadn't thought about feelings at all.He said: "If you say you don't know, it's definitely not straight. Don't you know about your own affairs?"

"I just don't know," Allen said.

Cyril waved his hand indifferently, no matter what James' previous orientation was, now he has already boarded his own thief... No, it's the bed. "Come, eat another piece of dragon fruit."

Alan bit into his mouth, chewed, and ate.

Cyril, who usually took a long time to get James to eat a piece of dragon fruit, his eyes lit up, "Is it delicious? Dragon fruit is rich in nutrition. Wait, I will find some blueberries for you to eat. Oh, oh, and kiwi fruit , kidney-reinforcing, you just eat it."

"Wait, I, I don't like fruit very much. I like sugar." Allen said honestly.

Cyril paused.

He has almost never seen James eat sugar. Too much sugar is not good for athletes. James has done a good job of managing his diet. Although it is useless, he still has a small belly, but it is enough if he wants to.When Cyril cooks, he also tries to avoid dishes with high sugar content-I didn't expect James to love sugar when he was a child.

Could it be that when I was a child, I wanted to eat candy but couldn't get it, and because of love and hatred, I vowed never to eat candy again?

Cyril felt sorry for him, but the family really didn't have any reserves, so he searched around and found some honey, "Do you want to eat honey? Honey is also sweet."

"Eat." Allen sat on the chair and ate spoon by spoon. Cyril felt tired of watching it, so he quickly brought him a glass of water.

"Just eat a little, don't eat too much, James still needs to keep fit." Cyril said. "It's almost forty, and body management is especially difficult. You have to think about your own future."

Allen licked his lips, feeling that he had almost eaten, so he stopped eating.

The two sat together like friends who had known each other for many years.

Allen feels very comfortable with Cyril. Maybe James likes Cyril, so this body naturally has a good impression of Cyril.He likes being with Cyril.

It's just that Allen thought of the Golden Globe trophy, and then thought that he hadn't even won the European Golden Boy Award. No, he hadn't won a single award, and he felt as if something was stuck in his heart.

The gap between the two heirs is too great.

Cyril is not only a black curly hair, but also wearing the No. 7 jersey.Now it's even more serious, he won the Golden Globe!

Only the Ballon d'Or deserves another Ballon d'Or.Allen was sullen.

"What's wrong with you?" Cyril asked him, "Are you tired of eating too much honey? Come, drink some water."

Allen poured himself a large glass of water and asked, "What does it feel like to win a Golden Globe?"

Cyril smiled, "Actually, it was a bit sudden. I didn't expect that I would be chosen, I thought it would be James, um... I feel that the possibility should be half and half between me and James. I was a little worried at that time. I won the Golden Globe and James didn't get it, which was a bit of a hindrance to our relationship. In the end, I really got it. I don't know why it was me in the end. Maybe my luck is better. But I didn't expect, James Not only was he not angry with me, he even smiled and blessed me, as if... I won the award, which means he won the award."

Allen, who was shown off by their affection, didn't want to speak for the time being.

"That trophy is really beautiful. I was very happy when I got it." Cyril looked at Allen, "Don't worry, you will definitely win the Golden Globe in the future—that is, James."

Allen narrowed his eyes, "You mean James, uh, I haven't won a Golden Globe?"

So James was misleading him before?Why have you been to Zurich more than a dozen times, why are you a candidate every year, but in the end, you didn't get it once?Impossible, there are no Ronaldo and Messi in this world, so it's not like James' level can't win the Ballon d'Or.

"I haven't got it." Cyril quickly comforted him, "It's the same whether you get it or not. You will be very powerful when you grow up."

"It's so amazing why there is no Golden Globe? Isn't the Golden Globe awarded to the best in the world that year?"

This is a more difficult question to explain.

Cyril hesitated, and finally said: "James' temper is not very good, he offended many people, and he was a bit ruthless when he played football, so the reputation was not very good, and later he offended the Football Association..."

Allen thought of James' verbal skills, and roughly guessed the reason.

"Is it possible to be king in Real Madrid without winning the Ballon d'Or?" Allen asked, "Is there any other Mr. Ballon d'Or in Real Madrid?"

Cyril pointed at himself with a smile, and then said: "There is also David, but David is a full-back. Although he scores a lot of goals, he doesn't have the limelight of a striker."

Allen didn't react for a while, and said, "David? David Beckham?"

Cyril looked at him suspiciously, "Who is David Beckham? Why haven't I heard of it, does he play football?"

Oops.

Allen said: "No, he is a well-known... football player in Brazil. I thought he would join Real Madrid and win a Golden Globe or something. I was more optimistic about him, um, yes. I didn't expect 20 Years have passed, and a young player like you has never heard of his name."

This statement is still reluctant.Cyril always felt that something was wrong, but he just couldn't remember it.

The two were talking, and Cyril's cell phone rang. It was his manager's call. Cyril avoided Allen, and came back after speaking. The cell phone was placed on the table, "Sorry, I have some business. I just talked about David, I..."

Allen glanced at the black screen of the phone from the corner of his eye and saw his own figure. He felt that he didn't see it clearly. Maybe the black screen didn't fully capture it?He leaned over to take a closer look.

Cyril heard an "ahhhh", and then Alan passed out.

The second time he opened his eyes, James woke up.

He stretched and yawned quite loudly. Zidane was summarizing the game, but when he was interrupted by his yawn, he was not angry and smiled at him. "If you are too tired, just take a rest. You performed very well today."

James smiled smugly. "It should be, the Royal Society is not a very strong opponent."

Ramos suffers at the clutches of a masseuse and suspects irony. "Does that part of your waist still hurt? Come and massage for a while."

Don't say it, don't think it, but when I said that James was really hurting, I hurried to Ramos' side, rubbing against the team's masseur to help massage the muscles.

Not long after, Ronaldo also came over.

James asked him, "Where is your pain?"

Ronaldo whispered, "Headache."

The masseur hurriedly said, "I can't massage because I have a headache, you have to find a professional doctor to treat it."

James smiled slightly, "Okay, I know how to treat him. Leave him alone, just give me a massage."

Zidane talked for a while about how the team should deal with high-pressure play, and then talked to the two players about running positions and coordination. The small meeting after the game was over.

James was so drowsy after being massaged, if he hadn't been squinting for a while just now, he would probably have fallen asleep by now.At this time, the people in the locker room had almost left, leaving only Ronaldo, James, and Isco who was waiting for James to go back together.

James put on his coat and scratched Isco's chin, "Good boy. Don't wait for me, you go back first. I won't be back at night."

Isco wiped his chin, "Didn't you agree to go back to see my son together?"

"It's okay, your son won't fly away, I'll see it tomorrow and it's the same." James said, "I'll go to Ronaldo's house, I have something to say to him."

Isco didn't say anything, nodded and went back.