[Football] In the name of the team doctor

2 to 1, Real Madrid finally got a goal back with the unremitting efforts of the boss.

Several young players on the bench stood up and applauded the goal, but Lin Wei noticed that his boyfriend didn't celebrate too much after the goal, but came directly to the center circle with the ball in his arms.

The score is still behind, he doesn't want to waste too much time.

One minute later, Chris volleyed again, but was blocked from the bottom line by the goalkeeper.

In the final stage of stoppage time, a long pass from Modric was sent to the frontcourt, and Ronaldo took the lead and rushed out. It seemed that this was a good single-handed opportunity. However, the linesman raised the flag to signal offside. .

During the intermission, the atmosphere in the locker room was a bit depressing. Before coming to Valencia, no one would have expected that the team ranked first in the standings would concede two goals in a row in the opening 8 minutes. What is the final result of the game? This is a topic that can make hostile fans talk about it for days after dinner.

Chris sat alone in front of the locker, with an extremely ugly look on his face. No one dared to provoke him, and everyone wanted to stay as far away from him as possible, for fear of being affected by his low air pressure.

Zidane made adjustments in front of the tactical board and patiently explained the arrangements for the second half of the game.In fact, he didn't look very good before he walked into the locker room, but as the head coach, he didn't want to bring negative emotions to the players. When he returned to the locker room and faced his disciples, he still kept a gentle smile and gave Their greatest encouragement and support.

The second half of the game did not go smoothly. Even though Real Madrid significantly increased their investment in the offensive end, they still had no better way to face Valencia's strict defense.

After Zidane's technical and tactical adjustments during the intermission, although Real Madrid's shots in the second half increased significantly, there were few really good chances to score.

In this anxious mood, the players became more and more disorganized. After 70 minutes of the game, their stamina and concentration declined, the formation was loose, and they even played a little chaotically.

In the 73rd minute of the game, there was a small accident on the field. When Ronaldo broke through, he collided with Valencia's central defender Mangala and fell to the ground.

Although his expression was very painful when he fell, it seemed that it was just a flawed injury. After enduring the initial burst of pain, it should be fine.

But the injured person was Chris, and Lin Wei didn't dare to be careless. After entering the field, he carefully checked from his knee to the suspected injured part of his calf.

The further down the ligaments, tendons, and muscle bellies the finger feels, the worse it feels.He focused all his attention on the touch of the fascia and muscles under his fingers, and he didn't notice the passing of time every minute and every second.

Chris exhaled deeply, the pain had already subsided, but Lin Wei didn't know what he was doing, the fingers of the hand wearing the disposable glove kept touching the muscles of his calf slowly.

He glanced back at the big screen, the score was still 1-2 behind Real Madrid, and there were less than 20 minutes left in the regular game.

He pushed Lin Wei's hand: "Okay, you guys go out, I'm fine."

Lin Wei suddenly raised his head and looked at him: "You can't continue the game."

When he said this, not only Chris, but even Xu Jie next to him showed a look of surprise, as if he didn't hear what he was saying clearly.

So the boss helped him ask out the doubts in his heart: "Little V, what are you talking about? I'm not in the mood to joke with you at this time."

Lin Wei lowered his head and didn't look at him at all. His hands were still pressing and touching the other's calf muscles from time to time: "Do you think I'm joking?"

It was impossible for the referee to let them delay too much game time, so he made a gesture and asked them to go outside the court to deal with the injury.

Chris stood up, Lin Wei wanted to help him to the sidelines, but was pushed by the opponent: "There is no time, you let me finish the game."

It is impossible for Lin Wei to let him finish the game and forcefully pull his wrist to the sidelines. There, it is also impossible for the referee to let him stay on the field under such circumstances, even though Chris has various thoughts in his heart. Unwilling in every possible way, he still came to the sidelines, but his face was extremely ugly.

No matter who dares to stop him from continuing the game now, he will definitely get angry.

The assistant coach handed him a bottle of mineral water, and Zidane also came over to ask about the situation.Lin Wei frowned, and his complexion was no better than that of the boss: "The surface of the fascia feels smooth, but the muscles are tight and even a little stiff. If the force is applied again, it may cause strain. I suggest changing people."

"No." Before Zidane could speak, Chris himself vetoed Lin Wei's decision to make a substitution. "I must finish the game."

Lin Wei looked at him without giving an inch: "I repeat, if the muscles are tense and hardened, if there is any force or physical confrontation, the possibility of injury is very high."

"You also said it was only possible, I will pay attention."

"How do you pay attention? The opponent's defender is staring at you all the time. How many times have you fallen?"

"Mangala now has a yellow card and he doesn't dare to foul me again."

"As for others, Mangala is not the only defensive player in Valencia."

The two of them argued back and forth, the game was still going on, Real Madrid was one goal behind and still played 10 to 11, Chris was in a state of anxiety, Zidane was calm on the surface, but he was constantly weighing in his heart.

Before the first international break of this year, they still have five games to play, four league games and one Champions League game. Yes, so any game is crucial to whether you can win the championship in the end.

The premise of all this is that he must ensure that the top scorer in the team maintains a high-level competitive state, and at the same time ensure his health.

Those two people were still at a stalemate, and Chris wanted to return to the court with extreme urgency. He couldn't listen to Lin Wei's reasoning at all, and blurted out in a hurry: "What do you want to do?"

Lin Wei blinked, he was just discussing the matter, but the other party was emotional from the beginning, and couldn't maintain his rationality at all.The phrase "what on earth do you want to do" sounds like "don't make trouble for no reason".

Lin Wei didn't want to argue with him on the sidelines, especially the head coach, so he blocked him back with one sentence: "I am the team doctor, I have my own judgment on the injury, and I have the right to advise the head coach to make a substitution decision."

Chris, speechless with rage, turned to watch the game on the field, hoping for a quick dead ball so he could get back on the field.

At this time Zidane said: "I originally planned to replace Cris and let him have a good rest. It's just right, Xiao V, you can help him check it out."

He turned around to greet the assistant coach again, leaned into the other's ear and said a name, and Vazquez stood up from the bench and went to the side to warm up.

Chris glanced at the head coach in shock, then turned his head to look at Lin Wei: "Do you know how important the next ten minutes of the game are, I've been working hard, even if it's a draw, but now?"

He took another look at the time on the big screen before the fourth official held up his replacement number and the live voice call read his and Vazquez's jersey numbers.

Before Lin Wei could answer, he angrily dropped the deformed mineral water bottle in his hand, and walked directly towards the players' tunnel.

There is a high probability that they will lose this game. Sitting on the bench is suffering every minute and every second. It is better to go back to the locker room, out of sight and out of mind.

Lin Wei watched his back walk towards the player tunnel, turned a corner, and disappeared from sight.Sighing in my heart, I turned around and walked to the bench to sit down, returning my attention to the field.

What he didn't know was that while he was staring at the back of the team leader's angry stand, behind him, someone who had just supported him was also staring at him with scrutiny.

"Don't catch up and take a look? I'm watching here."

Lin Wei stared intently at the ball that Real Madrid kept sending forward into the opponent's penalty area, and was repeatedly cleared by Valencia. It took a long time for the opponent to reply: "No."

"In full view, what are you arguing with him? Just now all the reporters were filming you."

Lin Wei said fearlessly, "Let's shoot."

"Substitution is the head coach's decision, you just need to state your opinion..."

"Can you be quiet?"

Lin Wei knew that just now he insisted on suggesting a substitution to Zidane and blew up the powder keg, but he didn't think he did anything wrong. He cared about whether the team could win the game as much as Chris did, but He is more concerned about Chris' health than the result of the game.

Thinking of this, Lin Wei noticed another detail. He touched Chris's muscles carefully just now. The tightness definitely did not appear on the field, but was more or less recruited before the game. However, I don't know if this person deliberately concealed it for the sake of the competition, or he didn't pay attention to his physical condition at all.

He couldn't sit still anymore. He knew better than anyone else what kind of temper that person had. He was full of ambition, and his obsession with the game surpassed everything else. When he was extremely anxious, he still went against him. He couldn't name a single one right now. How people throw tantrums in the locker room.

When there were about 10 minutes left in the game, the team leader walked towards Lin Wei and had a brief look at Chris's situation. Lin Wei said that the situation is not too bad so far, just rest for a few days and do some spa treatment. It can be relieved. Once the muscle is strained, the injury time will be at least 6-8 weeks.

Qin Duo patted Lin Wei on the shoulder: "You go and see his condition. He doesn't want to miss every minute of the game. It's understandable to have emotions, but you can't be careless about your physical condition. Go check it out."

Lin Wei nodded. Someone paved the steps for him. He immediately stood up, bowed his head and whispered something in Xu Jie's ear, and walked straight back.

As soon as I walked into the player tunnel, I saw several physiotherapists standing there. When they saw him coming in, they all looked at him with indescribable eyes, and then looked at the door of the visiting team's locker room.

Lin Wei understood the spirit, patted their shoulders, and walked towards the locker room with a heroic face. He always felt that there was a string of firecrackers in there, which had been blown up just now, and now he wanted to go in and light it again.

He pushed the door of the locker room open a gap, and peeked in. Because of the angle, he couldn't see anything except a mess.He opened the door a little more, poked his head in, and this time managed to get someone's attention.

The president took off his shirt and sat in his seat, with his elbows resting on his knees, and the jersey was held tightly in his palm. When he saw the door of the locker room opened, Lin Wei poked his head in and waved his hand. throwing away his jersey.