[Football] Crown of Thorns

The journey of the European preliminaries is finally over, and now we only need to wait for the main match in June 2012.

Although many boys in the Portuguese national team want to celebrate their successful qualifying after returning home, but since many teammates of the national team have to go back to their clubs to play in the league, the coach Bento is very straightforward. Disbanded the team.

Naturally, Gama had to rush back to Germany immediately, after all, with the end of the national team game, the league schedule there would continue immediately.

Gama, who bid farewell to his national team teammates, returned to Dortmund on the evening of the 12th.

After returning to the training base on the 13th, Gama was found to have a slight thigh muscle strain during an examination by the team doctor.

"strain?"

Looking at the team doctor in disbelief, Gamarco didn't feel that he was injured at all.

The team doctor Rolf, who was about 40 years old, pushed his glasses—note: he is not short-sighted—"Hehe~~"

This is the speechless Gama.

He's a perfect example of NoZuoNoDie, who told him to bring the 'hehe' onomatopoeia to Portugal and Dortmund, you see, everyone he knows has learned this trick now.

"You don't believe in my skills!"

Said the stern-faced team doctor.

"No, no, not at all."

Offending the team doctor will really cause serious trouble. Without the team doctor's permission, let alone playing games, he can't even participate in normal training.

"Hehe~"

Rolf didn't think he was threatening Gama, "I watched your national team's game against Denmark, and you played pretty well."

"Uh, thanks?"

Gama replied cautiously.

A smile appeared on the corner of Rolf's lips, "Especially the last movement of turning back and grabbing the ball, it's really beautiful."

The more he listened to the praise from the team doctor, the more uncertain Jia Ma felt, "...it's okay!"

"No, no, that movement is really beautiful," Rolf pushed the pair of gold-rimmed glasses that were only used for decoration - gentle beast!Gama slandered—"What I want to say is, by the way, Xico, please raise your legs."

Just to clarify, Gama is now in the club's internal medical examination room. He is lying on an examination bed undergoing a physical examination by the team doctor, with various instrument wires attached to his body.

Gama obeyed the command and raised his legs, watching the 'ruthless' team doctor Mr. Rolf knocked on the top of his knee with something like a small hammer, and suddenly felt that Gama, whose legs were sore, was stupid Eye.

"Not hurt?"

Rolf raised his eyebrows, "Don't tell me you don't feel sore legs."

"... Are you really hurt?"

Gama was stunned, and then it suddenly occurred to him that he really felt something wrong with his thigh when he finished that move during the competition.

"Well, this shows that your body is not flexible enough."

Rolf looked at the data displayed on the computer in front of him again, and said again, "Shall I introduce you to sign up for a yoga class to practice?"

This is Gama with a twitching expression, "NONO, no need."

"Don't look down on yoga coffee. Many professional athletes now do some exercises in this area. It can not only relax the body but also prevent accidental injuries."

"Forget it, I will pay attention to it later."

Gama shook his head.

He doesn't think it's a good choice to practice yoga. If he has that kind of skill, he might as well go to a Tang Dynasty martial arts gym to practice!

"Okay, in fact, no matter whether you are injured or not, you can't participate in the league on the 14th."

Just kidding, Rolf said to Gama while writing a note.

"Because of lack of physical fitness!"

Gama got up and asked while getting dressed.

Rolf glanced at him sideways, "You have exercised your abdominal muscles well, but it is more reasonable to suggest that you gain another one to two kilograms."

"I see."

Gama nodded.

Rolf put down his pen and watched with admiration the young man in front of him putting on his shirt and covering his clean body, thinking that many fans would scream whenever they saw Gama during the game... It's a pity that Gama is not very good He likes to take off his clothes on the court, and occasionally even if he takes off his jersey, he still has a vest to cover it. Well, as an insider, he can indeed see a lot of benefits.

Inexplicably feeling a little cold, Gama quickly put on his clothes. Although in my memory, no matter how many differences there are in customs between the East and the West, the habit of men taking off their upper body when they get hot is basically the same. Besides, players They often run around naked in the bathroom, in the dressing room, but Gama still can't get used to it, no matter where it is.

Seeing the coach Mr. Klopp, Klopp first praised his performance in the national team game, and then told him that he was not included in the 14-man squad for the club's game against Werder Bremen tomorrow on the 18th, so he You can go back and rest.

"Rolf told me that you have a slight strain on your thigh. Although it does not affect your body, I will not let you play until your body is fully recovered."

Klopp said this to Gama.

"But……"

Thinking that after tomorrow's game, there will be a Champions League game on the 19th, Jia Ma is a little anxious.

"Xiko, you should recuperate first!"

Although he admired Gama's positive fighting spirit, Klopp still rejected him.

Poor Gama returned to his residence with a feeling of displeasure. As soon as he entered the door, he saw his manager swaggeringly sitting in his living room, and there was a certain fast food box starting with M on the table.

"Eat this again, you will die of fat!"

Gama rolled his eyes at Agostinho.

Mr. Chris, the bodyguard and assistant behind him, greeted Agostinho with a smile.

The manager, who was sipping Coke, laughed, "I'm saving money for you!"

Jia Ma took out a bottle of mineral water from the refrigerator speechlessly, "Save me money? Don't tell me you have to pay with my card for even this little thing."

"Hey~~"

Agostinho patted his protruding belly and smiled strangely.

"It really is……"

An angry Jia Ma stared at him, "My endorsement fee is not for you to pay for these things." He looked at the fast food box on the table in distaste, "It's all rubbish food, you still eat it like this, sooner or later it will make you eat it." Hyperlipidemia, hypertension, diabetes."

"Oh my dear boy Chico, don't be so stingy, old Tiha will be sad!"

"I bother!"

Jia Ma sat down and put his legs on the coffee table, "Tell me, what's the matter?"

"You probably won't participate in tomorrow's league!"

"Oh~"

"I don't know about the club's arrangement." Agostinho rubbed his hands with a smile, "It's just that according to the usual practice, a player like you who has just finished a fierce game should not let you play consecutive games. I didn't inquire about your situation in private!"

"Yes, you're smart. You're brilliant."

Gama curled his lips in deep boredom, and glanced at the top of Agostinho's head with meaning.

Tsk tsk, Fat Tiha still had thick black hair when he signed with the young Gama back then, but the top of his head has thinned out in just a few years.

European men's baldness is really an unsolvable mystery!

Agostinho, who didn't know what Gama was thinking, was all smiles, "So let's take this opportunity to shoot an advertisement!"

"A promotional video for the European Cup?"

Gama asked.

"Tch, that one hasn't said when to shoot yet!"

Thinking of the fact that he once fooled Gama into saying that he could make a promotional video for Portugal's European Cup, Agostinho laughed.

Ha ha, liar!

Gama looked over with accusing eyes.

Fat Tiha would never admit that he lied to Gama, "We have to wait for the winter break to shoot that one, why are you in a hurry!"

"Hehe~"

"Forget it's serious," Agostinho took out two contracts from the side bag, "Look, this is an invitation from Hugoboss (Boss) and Kryolan (Phantom of the Opera)!"

"What?"

Gama picked out his ears.

"Invitation from Hugoboss and Kryolan, and a contract to film commercials for them."

Agostinho slapped the pages triumphantly.

Gama was silent, and after a while he twitched his lips and said slowly, "I know Hugoboss is for men's accessories, but Kryolan," the corners of his lips twisted, "Kryolan is for make-up, you know the make-up Well, that's for women only."

As a result, Agostinho ignored Gama's indignation and said with a pleasant face, "I thought I would introduce these two brands to you, so you know them!"

Gama: Convex

"I heard about it when I was dating Shana before."

No matter how angry he is, his black-hearted manager doesn't care what he is angry about, he only has the contract in his eyes, hum!

"That's good," Agostinho smiled happily. "Hugoboss asked you to be the endorsement of a men's fragrance, and Kryolan asked you to shoot a lipstick advertisement. The endorsement fee is quite good."

"Lipstick?"

Gama yelled.

As a result, Agostinho gave him a blank look, "What are you shouting? It's not the first time that a lipstick brand used by women has invited a male star to shoot an advertisement these years. Why are you surprised?"

"But, me, for making lip balm commercials, or for women?"

Gama said after a pause.

Fat Tiha rolled his eyes at him again, "So what, if you have the money, why don't you earn it!"

Uh, what he said was so reasonable that I was speechless!

"It just so happens that you don't have to participate in the competition, and you can rest due to your leg injury..." Agostinho's plan crackled.

Just now Gama had told him about his thigh strain and need to rest, and Agostinho immediately calculated how long it would take to shoot the commercial.

"Hey, my leg hurts."

Gama protested.

"I know, I know, just shooting commercials doesn't make you go for a long-distance run."

The unscrupulous manager shook his hands helplessly, with a look of disgust on his face.

This day is over!

Unable to stand the manager's calculating face, Jia Ma drifted into the kitchen, only to see Chris, his bodyguard and assistant, making something there.

"Give me one too."

The wandering Jiama smelled the aroma and asked for food—his empty stomach needed comfort.

Mr. Bodyguard, who is tall and has a small dimple when he laughs, is unexpectedly good at cooking. Jia Ma gave him another salary and asked him to take another job as a cook.

Chris glanced back at him. "Scared by Mr. Agostinho."

Hearing the sneer in his tone, Jia Ma let out a long sigh, "In this world, honest people have no way out."

Chris burst out laughing, and handed over the salmon sandwich he had prepared in advance, "Do you want to eat it?"

Looking at it with disgust, Gama shook his head, "I don't like salmon, I want a cod."

Mr. Bodyguard turned around and started to do it again, chatting with Gama by the way, "Your leg injury is not serious!"

"It's just a slight strain, and it's almost enough to rest for a week."

Gama, lying on the counter, twirled the spoon boredly.

"That's good."

The quick-moving Mr. Bodyguard made the cod sandwich that Gama wanted and handed it over.

Biting something delicious, Gama sighed comfortably, "Chris, you are so virtuous."

Chris glared at him angrily, "Don't think I can't understand what you're saying because you speak Chinese."

"Hehe, is it~~"

Gama, who was holding a sandwich, laughed dryly and retreated immediately.

When I was not familiar with him, I felt that Jia Ma was very cold, but when I got to know him, he immediately turned into a down-to-earth hooligan face. This kind of change was really unacceptable to Mr. Bodyguard, who was used to being serious before.

"Hey old Tiha, have you settled your account?"

Gama, who turned back to Agostinho, sat down and asked questions while eating.

Old Tiha smiled strangely, "It's settled, after these two advertisements are shot, your value will rise again. In the future, you won't be able to shoot advertisements for brands that are lower than these grades. I'll do the math again..."

Looking at the unscrupulous manager who was caught in the eye of money, Gama, who had finished eating the sandwich and even licked the sauce off his fingers, looked up and shrugged.

Well, do you want to take the opportunity to make an appointment?

But, can that classmate Xiuxiu who is obsessed in the laboratory make an appointment?

Jia Ma, who was getting weirder every time, was in deep thought.

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PS: Who said the lipstick stalk~haha