The years I played football at Real Madrid

"Don't put your feet on the bridge." Ronaldo called out to him, "Be more disciplined, or I'll throw you out."

James hasn't been uttered the word "rule" in this tone for many years.He rubbed his teeth, and just about to say something to Ronaldo, Allen seemed to be aware of his intentions. "Don't! It's hard for him not to be angry with me. Don't mess with him anymore, I beg you." Apparently, Allen still knows James' ability to speak out very well.

James endured it for a while, and said with a smile: "Okay, I'll put it down." He really put his feet down obediently. "You don't know, it's very comfortable to sit like this."

"Comfortable?"

"Yeah." James smiled. "It's comfortable and I want to sleep."

The body is too exhausted to hold on.But he can't change Alan out now, if he changes now, Alan will definitely sleep in Ronaldo's car, unable to wake up even shouting.James needs to find a good place for Allen to sleep.

"Can I sleep at your place tonight?" James said obediently, "I'm very tired, Cristiano~~"

"Don't call me like that." Ronaldo said, "Of course you can sleep in my house, otherwise where else would you go? I don't have the heart to let my teammates sleep on the street, if you didn't make me angry on purpose."

James nodded happily, "Your home's snacks are delicious, can I have some when I wake up?"

Ronaldo nodded first, then shook his head. "Snacks are not allowed. Empty the refrigerator when I get back."

James sneered, "If you don't eat, don't eat. I will go to Alvaro or Daniel tomorrow. They will always feel that I am hungry and pity me for a little food... Unlike some people! "

"...Anyway, you are not allowed to eat too much snacks." Ronaldo said, "Eating too many snacks is not good for your health, why are you always disobedient."

When he said this sentence, he suddenly felt a little familiar. Looking back, it seems that the old man complained to him like this, "You don't play tricks, and you are easy to hurt your feet. Why are you always disobedient?" ', he paused, feeling a little sour, and quickly put it aside, anyway, in a few years, he will be able to retire and spend time with that father.

James thought he was angry, looked at him with his head tilted, and whispered, "I only eat a little, I know how to measure."

Ronaldo laughed.

The child is very well-behaved today. It doesn't mean that he is not well-behaved in normal times, but that he is usually obedient, serious in training, good in competitions, and honest in eating, but he is always a little cautious and always looks at it with a smile. Listening to others talking, carefully observing, and carefully figuring out, for fear that something might go wrong.Such a child always makes people feel distressed and a little afraid to touch it.

Today is strange, it seems that every time I want to come to his house, the child will relax a lot.

He also talked more, chattering, not always well-behaved, and sometimes talking quite annoying.But he also dared to look directly into other people's eyes. When he was talking, his beautiful eyes were bright, very confident and energetic, making people want to rub his head hard and see him go crazy when he was angry.

Maybe it was Ronaldo's arm moving, maybe it was the look that Ronaldo looked at James just now, and James noticed something was wrong.

James frowned, "If you dare to touch my head, you will die."

C Luo laughed, "I've touched it several times!"

"Hey! You still reminded me, right?" James said, "For the sake of your nuts, it's okay for the past few times, and it won't work from now on. If you dare to touch my head, you will die! "

Ronaldo said: "I still have nuts at home. The one you ate last time, the one that made a loud bite, I bought some more."

James clicked his tongue, as if blaming Ronaldo who had no position at all.Aren't nuts also a snack?

C Luo said solemnly: "Eating less is not considered a snack."

James said: "Are you dreaming? How could I lower my noble head for a bag of nuts."

"Two bags?"

James thought for a while and said seriously, "I won't bow my head. Raise your arm to touch it yourself?"

The silver-gray sports car drove out of an S-shaped track strangely on the road, followed by a series of hahaha and horn sounds.

I suddenly remembered the kid who was sent from Barcelona to Real Madrid as an exchange student, so I asked a few words, and David told me that the kid was really talented.I am interested, and today is not suitable for playing football, and I am going to visit the youth training camp to visit the crybaby.

Speaking of it, it seems that I don't know what the crybaby's name is.David told me it was Louie.

I couldn't help but laughed, "Louis? What the hell name? French?"

"Oh, it's from Argentina," David said. "It's none of your business what you call him, Louis, Alexander, or George. He's from Barcelona."

David came out of Real Madrid's youth training, and his roots are just young, so he looks down on other youth training people.

I talked about the truth with him.

As for this person, it is not very important which club he comes from. Well, being born in a wealthy youth training is indeed a bright spot, especially after coming out of the youth training, he is still playing in his own club, and he is still playing very well. If you are the kind, the fans will naturally label you. Compared with players of the same level, they like you a little more. This is normal.

But think about it, those who can play in the youth training of giants, looking at the entire football world, are not too many, right?If you can really retire from that club from childhood to adulthood, there are really not many, unless there are relatives at the top of the club at home, or stick to it for ten years, licking blood with the tip of a knife, There is honey on the tip of the tongue.

Most of the famous stars also come from some small teams and have gone through hardships before standing in the top league to write glory.like me.

Similarly, it is impossible for a team to be full of people from their own youth training, there must be other youth training, like our current Real Madrid, who came from their own youth training, David is the captain, and the team vice is a , They are all considered defenders, there are two defenders, one striker, a midfielder who can't play very much, and a goalkeeper who is about to retire. The others are just trash, and then what?Aren't the remaining two-thirds all from non-Real Madrid youth training?

"David, you can't always say something that excludes the youth training of other teams, so that other teammates will be chilled when they hear it." I said, "What about the ones from Barcelona? If you have a brighter mind, you can also be abducted to us. Come here. Didn't you say that he is quite talented in playing football?"

David thought about it, too, and got picky, "We can't have that kind of double-minded, otherwise we have worked hard to train him, and when he is kicked out, he will be transferred to the opponent's team. It's not to kill the anger."

I said don't worry, I will observe him carefully.

I went to La Fabrica and saw that the crybaby was playing the game of "sliding monkey" with the young players. It was obvious that the young Real Madrid players were bullying him, and the crybaby could see it, but Although he was a little unhappy, he was also reluctant to leave everyone, so he was slipped in the middle.

I looked at it for a while, and this little guy has good footwork and a very fast reaction.

"James!" A young player recognized me, looked at me speechless in surprise, and then a group of children surrounded me.

"James!! I like you so much! Can you sign me?" "Me too!" "James." The children surrounded me talking, laughing and admiring me. I was so flustered, I chatted with them for a while, and was invited to teach them.

At this time, I saw the crybaby holding a football, standing far away, lowering his eyelashes a little lonely.

"Louis." I called to him, "Come here."

The crybaby took a step back, obviously still a little scared of me, but he didn't cry this time, probably because he saw so many children around me, which made him feel relieved a lot—he might think I was a perverted murderer who cannibalized me before What - after I greeted him twice, he finally walked over slowly.

I stroked his hair.

He looked up, tears in his eyes.

"Why? Why are you crying?" I asked him, "Did I beat you? Why did you cry when you saw me?"

The crybaby shook his head and let out a sob.

He was short, but his head was round and black.If I have a son, he should also have black hair, but he won't be as good-looking as him.

I rubbed his hair, "If you cry again, if you cry again, I will take you back to my house and be my son. Anyway, your old captain Redondo doesn't want you anymore, let me pick you up and take you home."

"No!" The crybaby looked at me in horror, "Redondo wants mine."

I laughed viciously, "Oh? Why did Redondo send you to my side? Fool, your captain doesn't want you!"

"You talk nonsense. No, you won't." The crybaby burst into tears, "When I learn at Real Madrid, woo woo woo, learn to play football, Redondo will pick me up I went back."

"Where can't I learn to play football? Don't you know how to play football? Redondo must send you from Barcelona to Real Madrid?" I smirked, "The relationship between Barcelona and Real Madrid is not good, he can send you there Send it to me elsewhere, because I don’t want you to go back. Haha, just stay here obediently and be my son!”

"Don't! Don't! You talk nonsense!" The crybaby ran away crying holding the ball.

I looked at his back as he went away, and I was happy for a while at first, but then I suddenly remembered that I came here today to observe the legendary "excellent talent" of this little guy. Observation?Let the youth training coaches catch people from the toilet or under the bed and play football for me to watch?

Shit, miscalculated.