The years I played football at Real Madrid

j.m diary:

"September 2016, 9. I lay on the bed and comforted myself. People must sometimes fall into a negative mood. This is normal. Just take it as a little episode of life for us. When tomorrow dawns, I'm sure I'll be happy again.

I was so tired, I closed my eyes and got ready to sleep.

The door was knocked.

Cyril hugged a pillow, crying and saying that he had a nightmare and was so scared that he couldn't sleep.

I scratched my back, 'what makes you think I'm a good person?You tm didn't sleep and came here to find comfort?Roll away, the captain's door is on the far left, go find him. '

Unexpectedly, Cyril hugged me directly and said that he missed his father. Since the start of the season, he has no time to go home. I don’t know what’s going on at home. Did his parents miss him? .

I look at him.

He looked at me with stars in his eyes.

Of course, I softened my heart and let him in.I asked him, 'Where is your home?Now that the traffic is so developed, when there is no competition, it doesn’t matter if you go back for a day or two. If David tells you, I can explain it for you. '

He hemmed and hawed and said that he was far away.

I remembered that he was a Portuguese and I was going to kick him out.

Cyril threatened me that if I kicked him out, he would immediately take off his clothes and sleep in front of my door overnight.

I think this bastard might really do this. Thinking about it, it’s not a big deal to let him spend the night, so I allocated half of the bed to him—it just so happened that I was very lonely alone.

Cyril went crazy with joy, rolled from the head of the bed to the end of the bed, and I kicked him to calm down.

I didn't sleep very well that night, I seemed to have a dream.

When I opened my eyes the next day, I found that my eyelids were sore and my face was a little hot. When I touched my face, it was covered with water.I cried?

Cyril was sitting on the chair next to him, with the expression of a boudoir who caught her husband cheating on her face.Ask me, 'Who's Alan? '"

Although there was still a little episode in the end, it didn't matter, they still won the game in the end.Four away goals, such a big advantage, if it is overturned next time, don't call it Real Madrid, change the name to Real Milan.

"You didn't even notice Gotze's expression after you robbed the ball. It was so funny. He didn't expect it to be you."

"Yes, yes, if you continue like this, the world will be yours."

"I think that last shot was great."

"Two goals, plus the previous goals, you have already ranked among the top players in the team."

James was smiling happily at first. In the locker room, everyone was talking and laughing, and James was also talking casually and bragging.About 10 minutes later, James began to experience dizziness and nausea.

He endured it for a while at first, but the smile was no longer on his face.

His symptoms came on very suddenly, and his eyes were not right all of a sudden.

Ramos, who was talking to him, noticed something was wrong with him and looked at him suspiciously.

James' head hurt like being pricked by a needle.He firmly grasped the door of the cabinet with his backhand, his veins bulging.

"Sese, I feel something is wrong, I am in pain! Help me find the team doctor." James said.He was almost out of breath.

Ramos grabbed his arm and stood up, and was about to walk outside when James passed out.

"Team doctor! Team doctor!"

However, his symptoms came and went quickly. By the time the team doctor hurried over from another room, the fainted person had already woken up.It's just that the soul inside was replaced by Allen.

Allen smiled, his eyes a little empty.

Everyone was very nervous about Alan's situation, but the team doctor checked and found nothing wrong.

The matter of the soul made Allen very guilty, and he didn't like the team doctor's excessive examination of himself. "I'm fine, I was just a little dizzy just now."

The team doctor also repeatedly confirmed that Allen had no physical illness, at most he was a little exhausted.

Allen said with a smile: "I'm just kidding everyone, don't be too nervous."

Ramos felt that this was a bit too coincidental, but he didn't doubt him. He looked at him and said, "This joke is not funny at all. If there is another time, I will beat you hard."

Allen said yes obediently, his lips pale.

Ramos wondered if he had convinced Allen that day in the hotel, and now he dared not speak loudly to him, because he dared to jump over and pinch him that day.Thinking about it, I feel that my face still hurts a little.

Ramos touched his face and called everyone to leave.

Ronaldo asked Allen in a low voice, and his tone was even mild. "I'll find a doctor for you when I go back and have a good checkup. Dizziness is nothing small."

He was in so much pain just now, it was absolutely impossible to pretend that there must be something wrong with him. Ronaldo was worried about him. Seeing that Allen agreed happily, Ronaldo was in a mood, and finally praised his performance today, "The last two goals were great, even I couldn't do better."

Allen smiled slightly, "Thank you."

"Your performance is commendable."

He asked Ronaldo again, "Cristiano, did I perform better in the league, or did I perform better today?"

Ronaldo didn't hesitate. "Of course it is today! The league is mediocre, at most there are a little bright spots, but strictly speaking, it is still not as good as Morata before. When Morata entered the first team for the first time, he had already performed well. That's pretty good. But judging by your performance today, it turns out that you have kept all your tricks."

"I don't have much talent, of course I can't compare to Morata."

"You were fine today. The steal was good, a bit risky, but it worked out well, and your two 360-degree turns on the spot were very unexpected, and I think the way you strode the ball is very good. Like an old friend of mine."

Allen's smile was weak and bleak, "Kaka?"

"Yeah, you know it's him?" Ronaldo laughed.

"He is your good friend, and he used to be Real Madrid's No. 8." Allen said, "Of course I know him."

Allen didn't talk much after that.

Allen didn't seem to have much strength. After packing up, he sat in the last row of the team bus, and Morata took care of him.At this moment, Alan was drowsy, and Morata asked him to lean on his shoulders for a while. Unexpectedly, he slept until he arrived at the hotel.Alan woke up for a while, but was still sleepy. Morata found Casemiro, and the two quietly carried Alan back to the room.

Casemiro asked: "Is it really so tired? He didn't even play the whole game."

Morata said: "But he performed very well, he must need more physical strength, and he is so old, he is not yet an adult, and the top competition is already tiring."

Morata wiped Alan's face and hands with a warm wet handkerchief, helped him take off his shoes and coat, and then tucked him into the quilt.Originally, Carvajal and Alan were in the same room, but Morata switched with him and stayed to take care of Alan tonight.

Allen woke up at 3am and Morata was woken by the movement of him sitting up. "Are you okay? Would you like some water?"

Allen just sat on the bed and said, "My head hurts."

Morata didn't sound like it, so he said: "I'll go to the doctor, you..."

"Don't go," Allen said, in a daze, "don't let anyone find him."

"What him?" Morata asked him, "Who are you talking about?"

Allen covered his face with his hands sadly, his heavy breathing was very clear in the silent night.After a while, he spoke, his voice choked up, as if crying, "Al, I don't feel well."

"what happened?"

"He's gone."

"Who?"

"James." Allen cried for a while, sniffing, "He's gone. I can't feel his existence anymore. I called him, but he didn't answer, and I don't know how to get him back."

Morata just woke up, a little confused. "James? So you like watching basketball."

Allen was crying in a low voice, and Morata walked over and sat down beside his bed, "Is it a nightmare? The dreams are all fake, don't believe it. How old are you, don't you mean you are already a man?" , and cry like a little boy because of a nightmare?"

Sure enough, he was still a child.

Morata stroked his soft hair.

Allen was a little out of breath from crying, and Morata touched his head, and seemed to feel better again. "Will he come back? What am I going to do without him? What am I going to do..."

Morata said: "It's just a dream. When tomorrow dawns, life will continue."

"I can't continue without him." Allen said disappointedly, "I will be sent back, I am too weak. Maybe you will be a little patient with me at the beginning, but after a long time, I If I have been unable to cooperate with you and keep up with everyone, you will be disappointed and bored with me. In football, strength is everything. So I will be sent back and thrown away like garbage."

Morata thought it was a little funny, "You think too much, how can you be sent back, you are our little prince. Hey, little guy, you just scored two goals in the Champions League, the youngest Record holder, you should be proud."

"I'm nothing without him," Allen said.

James is gone, he should make a new plan.

How to get rid of this lie?Just say that you are unwell and then retire?He was only sixteen, and he retired because of a headache?How is it possible... He couldn't explain how his skills suddenly became mediocre.Otherwise, it would be nice to say that suddenly becoming great can also suddenly become mediocre.

The question is, what will Ronaldo think of him?

Disappointed?The so-called heir, that's it...?

He was at a loss in ignorance, but more, he was still worried about the anxiety of James' situation. He didn't know how James got here, and he didn't know why James suddenly disappeared.James disappeared, where will he go?Will it return to his old life, or will it all just disappear?Does he hurt?What is the situation now?

Allen vaguely knew from the beginning that James would not stay by his side for too long, but he didn't expect it to be so fast.

Could it be that James used his body for too long today and hurt his soul, so he couldn't show up?James has never appeared for such a long time before, so wait a little longer, and when James has rested, can he appear in his mind again?

He wiped away tears. "You don't touch my hair, James doesn't like people touching my head."

A football player, why worship a basketball player?Morata smiled, knowing that he was having a nightmare, and wanted to comfort him a few more words, but Alan seemed to be sleepy again, and lay back again, closed his eyes, and turned his back to him.

Morata smiled and went back to bed.