The years I played football at Real Madrid

j.m diary:

"October 2016, 10. I woke up after a nap today to support the youth training.

A young player, who looked only about ten years old, sniffed and asked me quietly if I had been beaten before.

I looked at him and said, 'Yes. '

'Has someone as strong as you ever been beaten before?You are Godzilla. '

I said, 'No one is born muscular, and no one is born strong. '

I could see that he seemed to be squeezed out or bullied by other teammates, his nose was red, as if he had cried secretly.

I told him, 'When I was young, someone put a gun on my head and knelt on the ground. That was when I was the weakest. No one could help me. I also did a lot of things I didn't want to do. At that time, I About your age.I swear in my heart that I will never let anyone touch my head again in the future, and threaten my life like that again. '

The child looked at me blankly, a little suspicious, 'Gun?Isn't that something that only happens on TV? '

I smiled, 'I'm Brazilian, not Spanish. '

The kids chatted with me a lot, about football skills/relationships in the team/study/the little beauty next door.I finally got impatient, threw the person at David, and walked away. "

After the game, when Allen was about to walk to the door of the player tunnel, he was surrounded by short guns, and he paused subconsciously.

A reporter quickly asked him, "Messi said that you are talented, but you are far behind him. What do you think of this?"

Allen blushed when he heard the words, and closed his mouth tightly.

"You are called the 'Messi of Real Madrid' by Real Madrid, but have you realized that you are actually just a pirated copy, and your skills are not as good as Messi?"

"Today's ball, you passed a lot of opportunities to Ronaldo, but Ronaldo didn't seize the opportunity. Will you pass it to him next time? He is old and can't even score the ball fed to his mouth , are you wasting Real Madrid's chance..."

"Why did you suddenly change from mediocre talent to rapid progress now? Did you take any drugs?"

Allen clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.

Morata behind him hurriedly said, "No." Morata protected his head and escorted him away.

But Allen was really about to explode.He was just stupid and didn't know how to spray it. If it was possible, Alan wanted to put all these people in sacks and beat them up.

James said, "It's me."

James is also a fiery temper, otherwise he wouldn't be torn like that with the media in that world.

Allen didn't have too many scruples, and directly replaced it with James, hoping that James could vent his anger on himself.

James stopped in his tracks and didn't let Morata actually escort him away.He didn't want to go, and Morata couldn't move him.Morata had no choice but to tell the surrounding media: "Today's game is too tired, let's go back and have a rest first? A press officer will explain everything to everyone later."

The media is still relentless.

Allen was young and had no friends. The activities were either at the Real Madrid training camp or at his home with top-notch security.Recently, he has been in the limelight again, scoring goals in every game, and his skills are outstanding. When the media saw him, it was like seeing the news headlines of an event.

Now that he finally has a chance, how can he let him go.

But James is definitely not a vegetarian.

He brewed for a while, and his eyes immediately became lovely and pitiful. "Is there something wrong with me? I have worked very hard."

Morata was taken aback.

Allen is usually weak and small, but he has never been like this... Weak?On the contrary, he wants to express that he is a man. Many times, even if he is really wronged or kicked accidentally, he just pretends that he is fine.

Morata refrained from making a twitching expression.

The cameras of the media wanted to poke Allen in the face, and the microphone stuck into his throat.

James put on Allen's shell and said aggrievedly: "I don't know why Mr. Messi commented on me like this, but I always feel that a player who can share the Golden Globe Award with Cristiano for eight years is also a good player." It must be a great player with noble sentiments. He would not judge a young man who has just played in this way. Of course, Mr. Messi admits that I have talent, which already makes me very happy. As for being comparable to him...it doesn't matter to me, what matters is what I contribute to the team and the honor I can bring to the fans."

He is not stupid, he can keep peace first without tearing his face.Allen is still young, and having a bad relationship with the media so early will only bring him trouble.

James said: "I may not be strong, I was an ordinary character before, but I have been working hard. I try to be a better person, try to score goals, and try to win games. But I don't know why you are humiliating like this. I questioned me? Maybe you are here for more exciting news and more money, but your questioning also hurt my immature heart."

James covered his heart.

Morata supported him and whispered: "It's a bit fake."

"Really?" James adjusted, standing a little straighter, and said, "Messi and Ronaldo are both top players, they are both great, there is no doubt about it. But in their contemporaries, there are also many Good players, and players who are trying to get better. That, too, can't be questioned."

"I'm going to try to be the best after them and fight for it for years to come."

The media actually... have nothing to say.For a while, the atmosphere was a little stalemate.

Sensing the anomaly on their side, Ronaldo walked over, and didn't want them to continue the interview. He just pressed the person's head and escorted him back, without even saying hello to the media.

James likes this kind of domineering, but he doesn't like others holding his head down. "Hey, hey, let go."

Only then did Ronaldo stop and teach him his experience. "You don't pay any attention to these media. They will only intercept your words and phrases, and then process them into many plausible words, offend others and tarnish your reputation. So, ignore them, if you are in a hurry , you call people to drive them away. Usually, when you call me over, they will just surround me, and you can take the opportunity to slip away. Many teammates do this.”

James laughed, "That's so embarrassing."

The two went back together and walked side by side, there was a tacit understanding between their companions.

"Where's your bunny backpack? On the bench?"

"Didn't you say it was too naive? I just put it in the cabinet and didn't recite it. I also feel a little naive, but I can't help it. I am young and have not cultivated my aesthetic sense for the time being."

"It's really childish. I'll give you a bag another day."

"Okay." James said again, "Hey, I heard that you sell underwear. Why, the underwear business is not good, so you want to sell bags instead?"

"Then give you unsold underwear, do you want it?"

"Wear your teammate's name on that part..." James raised his eyebrows, "I don't care. As long as the whole team takes a shower together, you don't mind when other teammates make fun of the two of us."

Ronaldo smiled. Although he didn't score a goal in today's game, he was a bit regretful, but he was in a better mood when talking and laughing with others.

Ronaldo also asked him, "What did you say to them just now, how do you look at your expression, as if you fed them a pile of shit? Did you say something terrible?"

James thought about it and said: "It doesn't seem to be. I just said that you and Messi are great players, and then I will try to match you or something."

Ronaldo said: "Then there won't be any problems. Remember, try not to talk, and keep neutral when speaking. Especially for players like you who are young and show off."

James nodded. "You also think I've been in the limelight recently? I still feel a little bit reserved. Today, several goals were supposed to be scored, but you didn't wear shooting boots and were kicked away. I haven't blamed you yet. Otherwise I could have had several assists, Bale too, so many chances wasted."

Ronaldo patted his head to signal him not to talk nonsense, but his head is James' back scale, and he will be angry if he touches it.Forget it once, this is already the second time, James directly exploded, and rushed over to pat Ronaldo's head. Ronaldo is taller and stronger than him now, but his combat power is really not good, and he was attacked by James several times.

Boom boom boom, the slap on the head hurt a little, and it was also a little confusing.

Ronaldo has not been slapped on the head since his third or fourth year at Manchester United.For a moment, I still miss it a little... I miss it!Today's young players are too courageous, dare to break ground on the head of the King of Real Madrid?It's still his head coated with advanced hair gel!

Ronaldo grabbed James, and didn't care about that much. He waved his hands like swimming, and smashed forward. Anyway, James is shorter than him, so he just smashed it.

"Do you dare to hit me? Believe it or not, I videotaped it and sold it to tabloid reporters? Beating teammates, beetles in the team, cancer in the locker room."

"You still beat me. You also beat your teammates, oh, you beat the top card in the team." Ronaldo said, "You are also a cancer in the locker room, a small cancer!"

The two pinched each other's clothes and stared at each other, wishing they could spit at each other.

"What are you doing?!" Zidane passed by with a group of coaching staff, startled, stopped them, and hurriedly separated them. "This, this... Wasn't it good before? Why did you have a conflict and make such a joke? It really is that I am in a better mood after winning the game today."

Zidane invited people into the locker room and asked irrelevant personnel to leave.

"What's going on? You two? Do you think the atmosphere of the team is not conflicted enough, or do you think the Spanish tabloids are not rich enough?"

James was hit on the bridge of the nose by Ronaldo's finger, and tears filled his eyes. In addition, he was physically weak after a lot of exercise in a game, and his face was a little pale. He really looked like he was bullied miserably.James looked at Zidane, his mouth pursed together aggrieved.

Zidane's sons are all in their teens, so of course he loves children of this age. "What's the matter, what's the matter? Don't cry."

James wiped his itchy eyebrows as if wiping tears, "Cristiano hit me on the head."

Zidane looked at Ronaldo.

Ronaldo regretted it a bit at first, he is almost twice the age of Alan, it is really not good to start with a child, and he was seen by the head coach, he was a little embarrassed, he wanted to wait for the other party to apologize, he himself So I forgave.In the end, he was even sued?

Ronaldo said angrily: "He hit me on the head too." He lowered his head and pointed out with his fingers where he was hit, "Here, here, and here."

But the quality of his hairspray is so good that nothing can be seen for the time being.

Zida was tired, "Okay, okay."

Now this justice is hard to break.He looked at James in embarrassment, and then at Ronaldo.

The palms and backs of the hands are full of meat...