The years I played football at Real Madrid

Cyril squatted down stiffly, picked up the roses, and stuttered: "Who threw this? Why are you throwing it everywhere..."

I held back my laugh and asked him to come in. He found a new pair of brown home shoes from the shoe cabinet consciously and skillfully, and then arranged his own shoes neatly, and also put me and the crybaby's shoes together. Arrange neatly.Pointing to some old shoes, he complained, "These can already be eliminated, they are too old and can't be worn anymore."

Because I was so impressed by the crybaby's bare feet just now, I took a closer look at Cyril's feet. Cyril was wearing a pair of brand-name black socks, not only the hem of the socks, but also the hems of the trousers.

I haven't asked about Cyril's life experience, but from many small details, it can be seen that Cyril should have a good background, his parents are still alive, and he was pampered and raised since he was a child.

At this time, I looked at the crybaby and consciously lowered his head, and inexplicably felt a feeling of sympathy.I reached out and rubbed the crybaby's hair, and said to Cyril very rudely, "This is my home, so it shouldn't be your domain."

Cyril was taken aback, quickly observed my face, and then said with a smile: "Of course, I just suggest, you can use it as a reference, or you can laugh at it. I know, these shoes have been with you for a long time, and you are very fond of them. I can't bear it."

I also have a pair of sneakers named "Daufina", which are kept in my personal museum. Cyril obviously knows about this and is very smart to ignore it.

Cyril looked at the crybaby, smiled and said, "Who is this? It looks unfamiliar, where did you find it?"

I briefly explained the situation to him, and Cyril obviously did not agree with my approach, but he said it very tactfully, "You can listen to what Redondo says, he is still the captain of Barcelona, ​​you are a traitor Collaboration, you know? Besides, how busy you are usually, playing games all over the world, you don’t have time to rest, and you still have time to take care of children? It’s not good for yourself, and it’s not good for your children’s growth.”

Cyril glanced at the crybaby, there was no smile in his eyes, but a very cold and polite smile on his face. "What do you think? Do you want to stay here or go back to the youth training dormitory?"

The crybaby was afraid of me before, but now Cyril, who suddenly appeared, was obviously even more difficult to get along with. He looked at me tremblingly, and tears began to brew again. "I also want to go home, but, but I want to learn how to be a good striker with James here, and I can go back after learning. I also miss my brother..."

I clicked my tongue, and quickly knelt down and touched his face, comforting him: "It's okay, just follow me. Soon, you will be able to go home and see your brother. What's your brother's name?"

"George."

"..."

I am a little speechless and want to laugh. "Okay, a Louis, a George, both good names."

He also smiled, and at least he didn't cry anymore. I was also afraid of him, "You can rest assured to live in my house. You can eat whatever I eat. I don't usually like to go out to play, usually Going directly to the club can also just send you to the youth training."

"When can I study with you?"

I said: "Only in normal times. When I don't have a game, I will take care of you. To be honest, I have never taken care of children before, and I don't have much experience. I don't know what to teach you."

Thinking about it carefully, I have been able to play football for such a long time, relying on talent and physical fitness, it seems that I don't have any small skills.What I can tell him is probably to run to the feet of the opposite player, grab and hit the ball like this, and then take a few steps to avoid the opponent's interception, and finally shoot into the net like this, the ball is gone in.

What else can I teach?These are all simple things, and they have become my body's instincts. How can I describe to him that I can feel that standing in that position can best receive the pass and then shoot?

This is really a troublesome thing.

I looked at Cyril, and suddenly remembered that I didn't seem to have taught Cyril much.

I rubbed my nose with some guilt, and said to the crybaby, "Okay, I'll go and warm up the milk for you. After you finish drinking, go back to your room and get ready to rest."

Crybaby nodded.

Cyril looked a little upset, and I could guess that he must have felt it was unfair, but I had no choice but to deal with it coldly.I was about to go to the kitchen, but Cyril stopped me and said, "I'll go, you're still sick, so don't do too much, and have a good rest. Oh, do you drink milk?"

I said that I usually drink it in the morning and not at night.

He understood, and went to warm up the crybaby's milk.

About 3 minutes?During this period, I kept wondering whether Cyril would spit in the crybaby's milk, and when Cyril came over with the cup, I stretched my neck to take a look.

Cyril said: "If you want to drink, I will heat another cup."

I rejected him, and then asked him why he came so late, Cyril gave me a look of "you know what you're asking", and then said: "I'm worried about your health, you don't seem to be recovering today, why don't you How long will it be good?"

I coughed, and Cyril said worriedly: "If you don't drink milk, why don't you drink some honey water?"

He went to get me honey water again.

I turned around and saw that the crybaby was holding the milk glass without moving. Could it be that he is also suspicious of the ingredients in it?I looked at him suspiciously, and then saw that the crybaby's eyes were red with emotion, "Are you serious about what you said during the day that you want me to be your son?"

My heart suddenly became alert.Does this kid want to rely on me?

"I'm just kidding with you. How old are you? If I want to raise a son, I want to raise one who is only a few years old, and who is a little cute." I said, "I am 16 years old, and I am considered an adult. After two years In this year, maybe I can still see you play in the top league."

The crybaby blushed, embarrassed and angry, "I have no intention of being your son!"

I nodded perfunctorily, "If you don't want to be my son, you still want to live in my house, sleep in my bed, and eat my food, hehe, then you're probably going to be my wife."

The crybaby widened his eyes, poked me quickly with a finger, and said disgustedly and angrily: "I want to tell Redondo, you are trying to molested me!"

I said: "Don't, I said the wrong thing, I admit it. It's just a joke, don't tell Redondo, that kid is also rough, he will definitely come over and pinch me after hearing this kind of words, troublesome very."

Cyril poked his head out from the kitchen and looked at the crybaby even more unkindly.Then he squinted his eyes and looked at me with deep meaning, "How old is that Allen?"

16...the same age as the crybaby...I can't fucking say it.

I became angry from embarrassment, "Did you get the honey water? Get it and you can get out!"

Cyril retracted his head back silently, and said bitterly: "I knew it, what's the point of you liking younger ones? Hmm? Look at his weak chicken, like a woman, who can Do you play football? If you are touched by a ball, you will cry and go home to find your mother, right? What's the point of such a child? Look at me, I have a waist and a chest, and my butt is also very good-looking..."

The crybaby probably didn't understand, and looked at me blankly while holding a milk glass.

I patted his head and said, "Drink it, go to bed early and grow taller."

Cyril was cursing again in the kitchen, "Drink milk, drink milk! You are willing to give him milk! I came to your house, and you never invited me to drink a glass of water. It's been two times, and I haven't even drank your plain water. ...Hmph, I'm also your chosen heir after all. Is there no distinction between close and distant? Redondo has so much face? Or do you just like weak teenage boys? "

I said to Cyril: "Cyril, come out, don't beep in it, come out, come out."

Cyril said, "If I don't come out, you will beat me if I come out."

The crybaby was very reserved in front of me, but he finally calmed down a little. Cyril said something again, as if he disliked the crybaby drinking milk from me and wasting my money. It may be because I said it unintentionally, and I was a little jealous, but I saw that the crybaby just took a sip of milk, and then stopped in embarrassment and didn't drink any more.

The crybaby has a more sensitive mind, so he smiled at me and said, "I won't drink anymore."

"Don't listen to him talking nonsense, I'm the number one annual salary in football, how can I even be reluctant to give you a glass of milk, drink it." I said.

"I don't like milk," said the crybaby.

I said: "If you don't drink milk, you won't grow taller. This is not ordinary milk. It was given to me by a sponsor. It contains some things that are good for your body. Especially when athletes drink it, the milk they gave me is It’s free, if you don’t drink it, it’s expired if you put it in the refrigerator, it’s a waste.”

Cyril poked his head out, "I want to drink milk too."

I was going to scold him 'what to drink?Are you still drinking when you grow so tall?Go home and drink your own to go. ’, but the crybaby was right in front of me, and I squeezed out a smile, “Drink it, there’s too much, it’s a waste if you don’t drink it.”

Cyril went to get the milk. I could see clearly that he took three bottles—is he finished?Lao Tzu's fist is a little itchy, and he wants to punch someone.

Hearing what I said, the crybaby drank the milk obediently, finished it in a while, and licked his lips.

I looked at his childish behavior and couldn't help laughing, "I will live in my house from now on, and I will drink a glass of milk every morning and evening, do you hear me? When I go back, I will ask the nutritionist in the team, a child like you Do you need to add some calcium tablets and vitamins or something, you are too thin, and when you run with all your strength, you will be scrapped if you meet a stronger defender shoveling."

The crybaby said, "I'll grow stronger in the future."

Cyril's voice came from the kitchen, "Is he going back to Barcelona in the future? When he meets me in the national derby, he will have to be scrapped."

The crybaby frowned, and finally snapped back, "Why, you Real Madrid can't do it without James? Even the strikers have to work as defenders? Defenders score goals and forwards defend. It's new."

Cyril sneered: "It's not your turn to worry about Real Madrid's affairs, just like Barcelona's! And what are you now? Isn't Barcelona's youth training known as the world's number one? Then why did Barcelona's captain Redondo send you to Where is our Real Madrid coming?"

"Because I'm about to graduate from the youth academy and be promoted to the first team." The crybaby said, "You have to describe that sentence more accurately, it's not sent to you Real Madrid, to be honest, the Real Madrid youth The training is not worth mentioning at all, including you who came from the youth training of Real Madrid, and there are no representative figures. Redondo sent me to James, and he hoped that I would learn something from James, because James is the best striker in the world, but you Real Madrid... Come on, can you survive relegation without James?"

There was a crisp sound of glass breaking from the kitchen.

I have never imagined that a crybaby can be so eloquent. I was a little surprised for a while, and a little bit surprised?Um?

Cyril scolded inside, repeated the words over and over again, but didn't know how to reply.

I suddenly remembered that when I was chatting with my agent a long time ago, I said, no matter how Cyril is, I can’t have a second child, because the older one has a bad IQ, and if I have a second child, it is easy to be judged by the younger one. That bully is dead.Now it seems to be a prophecy.I actually have the talent to be a prophet?