The years I played football at Real Madrid

j.m diary:

"October 2016, 10. I think I have the first signs of dementia.

I told David about it, and David fell to the ground laughing, drooling, and his condition seemed to be getting worse.

I seriously said, 'It's true, I didn't remember what I did for a while, and when I woke up, the game was over. '

'What?which game? '

'Just yesterday's one. 'I sniffed,' I was going to fight at the time, but for some reason...the match ended, and then Cyril looked at me very touched, and came over and gave me a hug, I was so dazed up. '

'oh. 'David said,'You want to use the excuse of amnesia to cover up your abnormality that day.Listen to me, there are cameras, the referee is there, players on both sides are there, everyone knows what happened, you don't have to cover it up.It’s okay to be cowardly once in a while. In fact, I personally think that you have done a good job. You are about to play Atletico Madrid. If you can’t get a red card, you won’t get it. '

'When did I give up, I really...' Forget it, I couldn't explain clearly to him.

I heard that people with dementia should eat more walnuts? "

The daredevil Casemiro pushed Allen in the past and tried to wake him up. He had good intentions. He just played a game and was covered in sweat. He just fell asleep like this, and he must be prone to illness.Allen looks relatively weak and small. If he catches a cold and gets sick, he can't play football.

Allen rubbed his eyes, looking sleepy. "Is the game over?"

"It's over," Casemiro said. "Aren't you going to take a shower? Hairspray is all over your hair."

"I took a shower and didn't wash my hair."

"Not washing your hair in the shower, what kind of operation is this?" Casemiro was stunned.

Allen smiled.

Ronaldo saw them talking, and greeted Allen, "Come here, follow me."

In this game, Real Madrid beat others 6-1. It is inevitable that there will be an accident. It is better to leave early.Everyone got on the bus and left Real Betis's territory.

Allen used to sit a little behind the middle, next to Morata/Asensio and the others, but today he was pulled into the area where he was seated by C Rollin, full of Pepe, Coentrao, Marcelo, etc. .

Allen was very tired, and he was not very familiar with the big brothers in the team before. They were all the kind of exhortations from the seniors to the juniors, so there was nothing to say.

Ronaldo chatted and laughed with them, chatting about the game just now.

Ronaldo hasn't been this happy for a long time, and his teeth are all exposed when he smiles.

Pepe joked with him, "It's not bad, he's young, he does look a bit like you, when he's attacking, he's very aggressive, fast, and his skills are very characteristic, especially when he played against Dortmund before. It's a trick. Considering your age, it's not like you got an illegitimate child from somewhere."

"I'm not many years older than him, okay?" Ronaldo shook his head and smiled.

Only ten...six.No, no, only fifteen.

"However, it does look like me, but not as handsome as me." Ronaldo said.

Everyone laughed.But apart from being "handsome", there is nothing that can be refuted by him.

He also felt that Alan was like him in his heart.Of course, it's not about his temper, but sometimes Allen's arrogance on the court.

Actually it was James.

Standing there, James is not afraid of anything or worried about anything. He has experienced more and more advanced games, his mental level is already much higher, and his consciousness is much ahead of the players on the same field.He wasn't afraid, he didn't despise, he simply came to take the win.

More arrogant than Ronaldo.

Ronaldo touched Alan's soft hair, thought for a while, and wiped his hands on him, and then said: "Although everyone praises you, I still want to tell you. Your physical fitness is a big problem. Even if you are young, you should start practicing now."

Allen nodded, there was no light in his eyes, and he was so sleepy that he wanted to sleep. He felt that it was impolite to sleep while everyone was chatting, and he didn't want to waste the opportunity of sitting next to Ronaldo, pulling his ears straight to wake himself up a little.

"Stupid." Ronaldo said.

Allen looked at him.

Ronaldo glared at him, "Sleep if you want to sleep. You are a child, and you are prone to sleepiness. I felt like you were going to faint when you were playing football. You are too weak." When I hugged him when I was celebrating the goal just now, I felt When his legs became weak, it seemed that he was really about to faint, which startled Ronaldo himself.It was only then that I realized with hindsight that Allen played well, but his body was still a child, and he couldn't play the whole game at all. 70 minutes is almost Alan's limit.

Ronaldo frowned and was thinking about how to make a small fuss for Allen, and he had to start preparing for his diet.

"Oh."

Allen got permission, looked around, and lay back, ready to sleep.

He was so tired that he soon fell asleep.

The voices in the bus are much quieter, even if there are people who talk, they gather together and talk in a low voice.

"Scoring twice, such a performance, such an age, even Messi is not as good as him..." / "Messi of Real Madrid, it will take another three or four years to grow up, and then Cristiano will also grow up." Retired at about the same time. Just took over. This timing is a coincidence." / "It can be seen that Cristiano likes him very much." / "Successor, this is the best in the past few years."

Allen fell asleep, but he felt as if he was floating, light and floating, farther and farther away.

It was a whistle that woke him up.

He felt like he had shoveled over a player in the blue jersey on the opposite side, and then spread his hands, looking innocent.The referee came over, frowned, and directly gave a yellow card.

"Restrain yourself," said the referee.

And he himself didn't argue much, as if another person was manipulating this body. "I'm already very restrained. I went for him. Who knew he was too nervous and ran a little slower. Also, this world is mostly mediocre and stupid. I shouldn't imagine everyone as a genius .”

Clutching his ankle and falling to the ground, the young player broke out in a cold sweat from the pain. Hearing this, he ignored his feet and was about to get up and fight him.

Fortunately, there were players around, and the young player was pulled away.

They speak French. "You know what kind of person he is, and what's the matter with him. A lunatic. A trash."/"Don't provoke him. He's broken other people's legs before, and he has a vicious heart."/"Forget it."

He himself was still standing there with a lazy smile on his face.

The young player said: "I don't know why he can still play on the court like this."

"He always wins," someone said.

Allen felt more proud of his body, stepped on the football, and asked the referee if he could kick off.

The game continues.

Allen was in a daze all the way, watching himself pour 4 balls in a row, and finally faced an empty goal, turned around very arrogantly, and knocked the ball in with his heel.

The fans in the blue jerseys on the field were about to break through the fence and rush in to beat up people, and the riot police were densely packed.

Near the end of the game, he walked towards the player who had been shoveled before, probably planning to say something provocative and insulting. The blue players gathered together and prepared to fight if he made a bad word.

Looking behind, the Real Madrid players in white jerseys are behind them, also gathered together, ready to fight at any time.

The referee couldn't stop the two groups of people at all.

As soon as he opened his mouth, Allen knew it was not a good thing.In a daze, Alan hurried to speak. "I'm sorry, I knocked you down before..."

The young player originally tensed his face and clenched his fists tightly, but he was stunned when he heard him say that. After a while, he murmured in disbelief: "Ah, no, it's nothing, I ran by myself." Slow down..." After finishing speaking, he wanted to bite his tongue off.

"It was my problem. I was too impatient at the time." Allen said, "Actually, I shouldn't have tackled you. When playing football, we need to pay more attention to the process of the game, not the result. Tackles are wrong. .Everyone is a player, and they all rely on their legs for food. If I accidentally break your leg, I will break your life. If you don’t recover well, this life will be over. Most of the players have poor grades in school and can’t After playing football, I can’t even support my family. Someone told me, don’t do things too badly, give yourself some leeway, put yourself in other people’s shoes and think about others... Alas, the yellow card that the referee gave me before I also accept it humbly. Please forgive me, I won't do it next time."

The young player was so terrified that he ducked back. "no problem, no problem."

The tense emotions of the players on both sides were on the verge of breaking out, but Allen said a few words, like a balloon with a hole poked, it didn't burst, and it flattened with a squawk.

Everyone looked at Allen as if they were looking at a psychopath.

Or some bigger conspiracy brewed by this psychopath.

But Allen just said a few words like this, then turned and left.

At the end of the game, he walked back, about a dozen steps, and was rushed by a person from behind.

"What do you think?" The handsome blond man leaned on him and asked him with a smile, "It's good to be like you today, with the heart and bearing of a football senior. However, I can know who told you Who said that?"

Allen smiled back.

The handsome blond man stopped smiling, and instead had a stiff face. "Aren't you him?"

"What?" Allen asked, "What him?"

"You are not him." The handsome blond man has already confirmed this, and squinted his eyes, "Who are you?"

Alan was a little guilty, blinked his eyes, and said instead: "Do you want to be beaten?"

The blond man breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I was scared to death, I thought you were possessed by some kind of ghost."

The two were talking, when Alan's shoulder was suddenly hit by someone, he staggered, and there was still a little pain. Alan looked over and saw a young black-haired player wearing a Real Madrid jersey with the number "7" on his back Number.The black-haired man walked a few steps, stopped again, and stared back at him fiercely.

Allen likes the number "7".Especially Real Madrid's "7".

He smiled at the dark-haired man.

The black-haired man paused, rubbed his nose, and said sternly, "It's useless to smile at me, you two have a good chat, and you're still so slow, are you all waiting for you? With such a score, why don’t you go back quickly? Are you waiting to be torn apart by crazy fans?”

Allen said, "Thank you." He took two steps forward, got closer to the black-haired man, and smiled softly, "You're worried about me."

"Of course I'm worried about you." The black-haired man was flattered by his pursuit, and his complexion improved a lot, "I'm afraid you'll be wandering outside all day, and you won't know where you died."

Allen smiled.

The man with male hair felt a little uncomfortable, "What are you looking at? What's going on with you today?"

Allen felt sleepy again, and being sleepy meant that he was going back soon. Even in his dream, he wanted to have a perfect ending to this story.He said, "You are No. 7. Real Madrid No. 7 is destined to be not an ordinary number. You will be as bright as a star, as dazzling as the sun, and Madrid will be illuminated by your brilliance. I believe that you will become a very good player." Yes, even the top players in the world, I will be proud of you." He smiled and said to the dark-haired man, "halamadrid"