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This kind of scene has a particularly great impact on Mourinho. The Portuguese is very angry, but he can't vent it now.

No one was at fault in the scene just now.

There is nothing wrong with Griezmann who shot the goal for the team. Mourinho is not overbearing to prevent the opponent from attacking. Varane, who changed the direction of the ball because he couldn't dodge in the middle, didn't do it on purpose. Happened, always inevitable.As for Clemens, in the final analysis, the young goalkeeper of his family took the risk of putting his hands on the ground to save the ball. Mourinho could see clearly the situation at that time. Blocking it with your hands is only the safest way.

But the result of this all of a sudden was that Clemens rubbed his wrist and looked extremely miserable.

Mourinho's face turned pale and red, and Clemens was stunned.Never thought that a person can have so many changes on the face.

"Sir, I really..." Clemens wanted to say something, but in the next second, he attracted everyone's attention, including Mourinho, the Real Madrid team doctor and teammates on the bench.

Almost everyone's eyes are surprisingly consistent.

Shut up, little guy, and be honest.

Clemens was speechless for a while, but he still wanted to get back on the court, because no one knew his physical condition better than him.

In fact, after realizing the pain, Clemens has been covering his wrists with his hands to return his joints. But it's not something that can be relieved for a while.

In other words, although the current situation looked miserable, in fact, there were no injuries that would really hinder his actions.

Mourinho stared at Clemens and swallowed back the words he had in his mouth. He honestly handed over his arm to the team doctor, while he sat on the turf and watched the situation on the field helplessly.

The Real Madrid team doctor was going to check whether there was any problem with Clemens' bones. Clemens, who was sure that he was fine, wanted to fight Mourinho again, but immediately he heard Mourinho shouting: "Lopez! You go!"

No. [-] goalkeeper Fernandez did not go to England with the team this time due to some minor injuries during training, followed by No. [-] veteran Lopez.Lopez had already been prepared by Karanka when Clemens came down, and now he is fully prepared. As soon as Mourinho ordered him, he was ready to come off the bench.

Seeing that his last chance to play was gone, Clemens calmed down completely. Feeling that Kaka's gaze had been drifting this way, Clemens twitched the corner of his mouth at him to indicate that he was fine. , but Mr. Daochang saw that after he "laughed", Kaka ran away even more worried after seeing himself "laughing", which really made Clemens unable to understand.

But Kaka is not an isolated case. All the fans who saw Clemens's smile on the big screen trembled subconsciously.

This child is good-looking, and his eyebrows and eyes are just right, but why does he smile like that in a horror movie...

Clemens himself didn't feel that he was intimidating, he just looked down at the team doctor and asked, "Sir, how are you doing?"

The team doctor pinched it for a long time, and felt that the bone was in the right place, and it didn't hurt too much. This... this is unscientific...

The team doctor didn't dare to make a decision without seeing the result. After all, every player in Real Madrid is piled up with gold. A little bump can evaporate millions in minutes, so the team doctor stood up and said to his colleagues: " I think we'd better get Tomas immobilized now and go back to the hospital in Madrid for a checkup."

This is a safe way. For the team doctor, it can be seen with the naked eye, but his own hands tell him that he should not be careless if the injury is not so serious. It is necessary to conduct a professional examination.

But this action once again gave everyone a wrong signal.

The first aid on the sidelines is no longer available, and they have to be carried away directly on a stretcher!

God, how serious is this!

Even Mourinho, who didn't know the truth, kicked the drinking bottle away, cursed hard but didn't know who he was cursing.

Wenger just looked at him coldly, feeling sorry for Clemens in his heart, but the professor also knew how many people applauded once Clemens was injured.

Those strikers who were abused by Thomas in Spain will probably be drinking champagne tonight.

The next game was uneventful, several substitutions and adjustments extended the injury time to 5 minutes, but the two sides still did not make any achievements, and finally the game ended with the result of Real Madrid taking away two away goals.

But then what people care most about is not the result of the game. Almost all the newspapers' front-page headlines are——

Clemens broke his hand, how long will he be out?

Regarding this point, no one knows the result. Real Madrid seems to have put a gag order that no one can talk about it. The reporters in a hurry couldn’t interview Clemens at all. He was transferred to a Madrid hospital with first-class security. Not to mention entering the door, the eyes of those security guards are like security scans, as long as they get close, they will come out to chase people away.

As a last resort, most of the reporters squatted outside Real Madrid's training camp, hoping to see some clues, but in the end someone was blocked by them.

Looking at the reporters and ladies standing neatly in front of him, Bell, an honest kid from Wales, scratched his head. His hair had been combed into a mess by himself, and he looked much more immature than before. A bit mature, he took off his sunglasses, smiled, with the sunshine and handsomeness unique to boys, and spoke in British Spanish with a strong accent: "What do you want?"

After all, Bell has not been in Real Madrid for a long time, and he practiced extra today, and he was not accompanied by his teammates when he left. Naturally, his ability to avoid reporters was greatly reduced. However, he was calm enough and looked honest, so he directly let the reporters They got excited, wishing they could grab Bell and take away every piece of news.

As the mouthpiece of Real Madrid, "Marca" was the first to pass the microphone over: "Hello, Gareth, I would like to ask you..." The voice paused, "How is today's training?"

I don't know if it's because he couldn't ask tricky questions with such an honest face. The Marca reporter who had been preparing for a long time wanted to slap himself twice the moment he said something.

Bell responded with a puzzled look, but still replied: "Very well, everything is fine at Real Madrid."

Seeing that the "Marca" was suspended, the "Aspen" followed closely: "Gareth, can you tell us about the current situation of Clemens?"

Bell blinked, suddenly showed an uncomfortable expression, and said in a low voice: "He hasn't come back for training, God bless, I really miss him, Thomas is not here, we were bullied by the blue team terribly. "

...Whoever wants to ask you about the training match, what we want is news!It's explosive!It's headlines!

Immediately afterwards, another microphone was handed over: "Real Madrid won the last game against Arsenal. Here, I would like to congratulate you. However, Clemens' injury at the end of the game really touched the hearts of too many people. Now, Mr. Bale, can you reveal something about Clemens' recent situation? Will his test results give a time for Clemens' comeback? In the middle of next week, Real Madrid will go away to Atletico Madrid, Will Kleins be back in time?"

After the reporter asked, Bell's expression became serious.

The boy who had been smiling all of a sudden stood there with a slight frown, looking like he was about to announce something big. The reporters knew they should interview young players. Look, there were no clichés and they were about to speak!

If it was replaced by Alonso's old fritters, I don't know how much official Chinese I would have to listen to.

Bell stood there for a full 3 minutes, maintaining the same expression all the time, and all the reporters looked at him expectantly. The longer Bell was silent, the more expectant their expressions became.

Then, under the attention of everyone, Bell finally spoke slowly, with a low voice: "What are you talking about? My Spanish is not very good, so I don't understand."

What the hell!

Are you wasting our expressions on purpose!Yes or no!

But before the reporters broke out, Bell had already run away from the crowd, and quickly got into a car and drove away.

Some reporters were depressed and ready to pack up their things and leave, and some reporters saw some tricks.

The car that took Bell away was Ronaldo's favorite Lamborghini sports car, and it was obvious that he came back specifically to borrow Bell.The relationship between the two top players of Real Madrid is so close?

However, it is somewhat different from what the reporters imagined. Ronaldo did come here to pick up Bell, but it was not because the two had a good understanding, but because Bell was actually putting his hand in his pocket to poke the text message when he was silent just now.

It is also difficult for Ronaldo to understand Bell's meaning in the text messages mixed with strange symbols.

"Chris, I'm sorry to trouble you." Bell said to Ronaldo with a smile. His Spanish has no accent at this time, and it sounds extremely fluent.

Ronaldo glanced at him: "You can only do things like pretending to be illiterate with reporters, and you are not afraid that they will laugh at you tomorrow."

Bell said with a smile: "Whatever they say, it has nothing to do with me. It's better to pretend not to know than to lie to them." Clemens only had Ronaldo and Ramos, but when they mentioned this matter, their faces were dark and they didn't say a word. Naturally, no one asked more.

Especially in view of Mourinho's recent training of Lopez, Bell guessed that Clemens' injury was not serious, but he himself didn't know that he couldn't talk nonsense.

The car drove to the main road, and Bell was enjoying Ronaldo's luxurious car with his hands behind his head, looking extremely comfortable.

Later, when he saves enough money, he will also buy one, which is exactly the same as Chris's.

Ronaldo's mobile phone rang at this time, he turned on the Bluetooth headset, and after a few hums, he suddenly glanced at Bell next to him: "Gareth, what are you doing tonight?"

Bell blinked his eyes. He came to Spain by himself. The little Bell, who has always been dependent on his mother, finally mustered up the courage to go out and make a living. Naturally, he will not drag his family. Plus, his girlfriend is not around for the time being. Welsh people are simply lonely. One, naturally there is nothing to do.

As soon as Ronaldo finished speaking, Bell shook his head with a puzzled look in his eyes, thinking in his heart, is it time to bring new players to the world?Or is it finally possible to pinch little Chris's little cheek?

Seeing Bell shaking his head, Ronaldo turned the car directly, and the car that was going to take Bell home suddenly turned around and drove straight to the northwest.

Bell was a little surprised, and then heard Ronaldo say:

"Someone invited you to dinner."

The Welshman blinked: "Who?"

Ronaldo glanced at him: "Kaka and...you will know when the time comes."