The years I played football at Real Madrid

"In the first half, the goalkeeper on the opposite side twisted his waist like a woman, did you see that?" A bearded man sat next to Alan, squeezed him, and showed a very... a wretched smile.

Allen appeared here suddenly. He only remembered a football flying over and hitting him directly in the stomach.He was in so much pain, and then probably passed out, and here he was.

He didn't know the bearded man who was talking to him at all.

Alan felt that the expression on his face must be very stiff now, but the bearded man didn't mind at all. Instead, he said, "Brother, it's up to you to kick them with your thick thighs. Huh? Teach that little boy How does a goalkeeper defend a world-class striker, you are always good at this. Of course, don’t be too fierce, it’s not good to scare people to tears. Haha, what about Arsenal’s little prince, haha, made of ice, snow and flowers ?"

Allen scratched his eyebrows.Oh, yes, it's not his, it's this body, which is the borrowed James'.

Once born and twice cooked.

"Hey." Allen greeted, his voice was rough and ugly, he cleared his throat a little unaccustomed, "Are we in a game? Intermission?"

"What's the matter? Is there a problem?" the bearded man asked him.

Allen looked around and looked at the appearance of the team's locker room, and although the teammates wore Real Madrid clothes, the decoration here is definitely not Real Madrid's style. This should be the Arsenal's stadium that the bearded man said.It seems that he is playing a game now, and when he came here, he traveled to this world and was playing football. I don't know if there is any connection.He was also sleeping last time, and came over when he fell asleep.

Just as Alan was about to speak, he suddenly felt a pain in the back of his neck. He reached out and touched it, and his soul was replaced.He could feel another soul speaking in his body, but he couldn't talk to it.He heard James say: "I'm xxx, the little goalie boy is so xxx good-looking, so tender that he seems to be able to pinch water on his face, oh, he's as charming as a boy in a red-light district, David, try it Let's go, like that time, the time we played in Brooklyn..."

"When you say xxx, I'm going to be tough." David laughed, and soon a few strong men gathered around, laughing with each other in a way that only men can understand.

Allen didn't expect James to look like this after taking off his life mentor mask in private, which was unacceptable for a while.

Then he heard James grinning, "I'm going to touch him in the second half. Xxx, hehehe. How dare Arsenal release this beautiful girly little guy to play against our Real Madrid?"

In the far corner sat a little black curly hair, Real Madrid's No. 7 Cyril, the one who molested Allen in the middle of the night last time.Cyril said righteously: "I don't think it's very good! We are here to play football, not to visit brothels. Besides, this kid was known as a genius when he was in the youth training. We shot in the first half. Twelve times, he failed to score. This must be an Arsenal conspiracy."

"Conspiracy? What conspiracy? □□? Oh." James glanced at him, and then said, "We kicked them 4-0 in the first round, and this game is impossible to come back. Why are you still worrying about it. Shut up you."

Cyril looked at James angrily.

After a while, James scratched his scalp in distress, and said impatiently: "Okay, okay, let me be more careful, okay? Listen, be careful in the second half, don't take it lightly just because the little guy opposite is so good-looking , be serious."

The teammates responded in twos and threes.

Cyril's eyes were wide open, looking at James, he couldn't help showing a little smile at the corner of his mouth, James shook his head, and went over to stretch out his hand to pat his hair hard, as if pampering his own little son.

Allen remembered the last time Cyril touched James' stomach in the middle of the night.He was a little hesitant, wondering if he should tell James about it when he went back.Because now James is completely pampering Cyril as his successor, and Cyril secretly likes James.What would happen if James found out?Cyril will definitely have his leg broken, right?

But it seems that James in this world and James in his side are not the same person, and information cannot be passed on to each other?

And now Allen can't talk to James on the soul channel at all.

The halftime break was very short. The teammates talked, drank some water, and let the team doctor massage for a while. The head coach just came to encourage everyone's mental state.The tactics in the second half were still used in the first half, and they continued to bombard Arsenal's goal indiscriminately.

Allen watched what James saw as if he was wearing VR glasses.

He stood in the midfield position.

Although Allen's football talent is a bit poor, and his sense of the ball is not very good, but he has been in contact with football for more than ten years since he was a child, and he can see that James is now the core of the team.Because this performance is too obvious, with just three touches of the ball, Allen can conclude that James is the soul of this team.

He is the king of Real Madrid.

The two teammates played a cooperative game and gave the ball to James' feet steadily. After James got the ball, he was very relaxed.When the ball came to him, it was like turning into a part of his body.

James got the ball, almost non-stop, and directly gave it to Cyril, who was at the top. Cyril didn't embarrass the number behind him at all, and paid tribute with a powerful volley. Body blocked, of course, the little goalkeeper was not much better, kneeling on the ground clutching his stomach, unable to get up for a while.

Allen also admires him for daring to block a powerful shot from such a short distance with his stomach.The belly part is all soft meat, without any bone support, and it is full of heart, liver, spleen, lung and kidney, so even a little bit of injury is excruciatingly painful.Tut tut.

Seeing that he couldn't get up, Arsenal's tofu defense project also hurried over to comfort him, for fear that this little goalkeeper would also fall down, and Arsenal would have no chance of equalizing against Real Madrid.

The referee also went to surround him, asked him if he could persist in the game, and asked the team doctor to come up to help.

James waited for a while before kicking off, so he simply walked over slowly, seeing the little beauty kneeling on the ground and unable to get up in pain, his hands were itchy for a while, and he went over to touch his chin.

Everyone in Arsenal was stunned, how did this old pervert get out?Where did it come from?Still touching the face of their little prince?get out, get out!Pushed from both sides, James was not angry when he was pushed, and walked away with a smirk on his face, rubbing his fingers together, feeling the delicate skin of the little beauty.

Cyril said angrily: "You promised me not to touch him, and you forgot again?"

James chuckled, "I know, I know, I just touched it."

It was not easy for Cyril to talk about him on the court, so he held back his anger and walked away.

Allen looked at the Arsenal goalkeeper.That is indeed a very beautiful beauty.Blonde hair, half-length not short, very soft, a little sweaty due to several emergency saves; his facial features are well proportioned, exquisite and picturesque, and the most rare thing is the curvature of his chin, which is smaller than that of other men Some, looked softer, more like a girl; especially when he raised his eyes to look over, his brows and eyes were full of unyielding stubbornness and fragility after suffering from pain; and his lip biting movements were all very Strong sexual cues.

Allen felt James' excitement, and couldn't help coughing twice, but he was replaced again for some reason, and he really coughed.

"What's the matter with you? Today I saw that you have a bad throat twice, don't you have a cold? You have a body with a cold too?" The bearded man talked to him just now.

Beard is a left back, and he is in the same position as Allen's Real Madrid's Marcelo. The biggest difference is probably that Beard will not play in the half-court easily, while Marcelo basically stays in the opponent's half-court.

Allen looked at him and smiled.

Seeing his "wretched" smile, the bearded man also laughed a little, "How is it? Does it feel good to the touch? I don't know what it feels like on him, but it feels just as good to the touch."

Allen quickly ended the topic. "He's still playing, and he doesn't look like he's 20 years old. He's still a rookie. Give him a little respect."

His intentions were good, but the bearded man wanted to be crooked, he slapped him on the shoulder, and smiled, "Okay, okay, I know, you can play by yourself."

Allen blinked awkwardly.

However, after being confirmed over there, the little goalkeeper persisted, slowly got up, rubbed his belly, and continued to guard the goal.

The game continued, Allen was not used to being established in the center of the court, which would make him feel that he was surrounded by enemies in all directions, which made him feel very bad, so after he got the ball, he walked a little to the side, and his teammates saw He "was" and didn't say anything about him. Instead, he quickly rebuilt another formation with him as one of the cores. Allen also changed from the previous single-core midfielder to the current dual-core midfielder.

He was partnered with the blond-haired teammate whom he had met once before, the one who reacted very quickly—Alan saw that his back number was Lambert, number 9.

Lambert's style of play is neat and crisp, and his precise through ball after receiving the ball reminds Allen of Real Madrid legend Guti.With him as his partner, Alan breathed a sigh of relief.It's just that he really didn't reach James' level. No matter how hard he thumped, after a few passes, everyone looked at him with weird expressions.

Allen looked expressionless, but the cold sweat dripped from his forehead, and his heart was beating wildly nervously.

Cyril retreated a little and came over to talk to him. "What's wrong with you? Are you reluctant to attack your little goalkeeper?" Cyril sneered, "Touch him and you won't score his goals? Heh, Arsenal's beauty trick is really useful."

Allen quickly explained, "I'm not because of him..."

Cyril stared at him ferociously, grinning his teeth, "Then what are you doing? You don't score goals in the current Arsenal?"

Could it be that Arsenal here are particularly weak?Allen guessed from his tone.

It's so weird.

Cyril also said: "Arsenal is the most invincible only when they are fighting for the fourth place. Now we are playing in the Champions League. They are in the top [-] of the Champions League every year. This is already an international practice, okay? You are not here at this time I'm afraid I really fell in love with that little goalkeeper."

Oh, it turns out that Arsenal here has not changed much.The football player Arsenal competes for the fourth in the league every year, and in the Champions League, Shiliu Lang loses every year.An infinite loop, an infinite loop, and possibly an alpha spiral invincible loop.

Allen said, "If you go on talking, I'm afraid you'll get punched by me."

Cyril stepped back a little, and then said earnestly: "Blonde men are really not good-looking at all, really, there are a lot of middle-aged bald ones! If you think about his middle-aged bald appearance, you won't Like him."

Allen stroked his hair, and then glanced at the goalkeeper from a distance.

Will I be bald?

impossible!