[Football] In the name of the team doctor

The president pulled the man over and pressed him on his lap again, wrapping his arms around his waist to prevent him from escaping: "It's okay, I have the final say."

"Cris," Lin Wei pressed his shoulder and said seriously, "This is really not okay, at least not yet."

Chris kissed his lips: "It doesn't matter what you say, there is still one month, I gave you plenty of time to prepare."

"Oh," Lin Wei sighed, pulling him to stand up, "We'll talk about this matter after the game, now go back to the room and go to bed."

Chris held him and refused to let go: "I'll sleep here tonight."

"How about that?"

"Why not," Chris reminded him kindly, "Think about it, where did I sleep before last year's Champions League final?"

At this time last year, someone said that his knee was uncomfortable, and then occupied half of his bed, and slept until someone knocked on the door the next morning, and was bumped by Perez.

Lin Wei still refused to agree to him: "No, you'd better go back to your room and sleep."

"Why are you so troublesome, you can't do this, you can't do that." Chris pushed him, but pushed him to the door, "I want to take a shower, you go get me clothes."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards the bathroom. Lin Wei stood at the door, looked down at the room card he stuffed in his hand, waved his hand and threw it behind his head, rushed over and jumped on his back in two or three steps: " I won't take it, so don't wear it if you have the ability."

This night, the two of them simply lay down and slept together for a whole night, and slept very well, and no one came to knock on the door.

Lin Wei said he wouldn't bring him his clothes, but he really didn't. Chris didn't care too much, anyway, yesterday's suit was a new one after training.

When he opened the door and prepared to go back to his room to pack up and go downstairs for dinner, he met Zidane and Bertoni who got up early in the corridor.

The assistant coach saw him coming out of Lin Wei's room, but didn't think much about it: "Cris, it's so early."

"Morning." Chris nodded at them, and walked past them calmly.

Behind him, Bertoni Zidane said: "Is he not feeling well? He came to find little V early in the morning."

Zidane smiled noncommittally: "Ask him later."

The head coach of Real Madrid didn't say anything, but he was thinking in his heart: "Does he look like he just went there early in the morning? He obviously just came out after a night of sleep."

Today is the final of the UEFA Champions League, and everything is about the overall situation. After the game is over, I will clean up the two of them.

At lunch time, I came to the restaurant early, picked some food from the dining counter, but didn't sit at the long table specially prepared for the players, but found a nearby round table and sat down.

Lin Wei was sitting next to him, and the two of them ate their own food and didn't communicate much.

At this time, Florentino, accompanied by captain Ramos, walked into the restaurant, chatted with the players one by one, and cheered them up.

The young boys were seen standing up in fear beside the chairman, only Chris, who didn't even give Lafayette a straight look from the beginning to the end.

In order to ease the embarrassment, Ramos said with a smile: "Everyone is waiting for our Chris to score tonight."

The president just raised the corners of his lips and smiled, before feeding himself a big mouthful of spaghetti.

Lin Wei felt that he was dissatisfied with the Real Madrid executives a while ago, but he didn't ask why. Today's scene was really embarrassing. He sat aside and saw the look in Lafayette's eyes when he was neglected, which was weird.

Unexpectedly, in the next second, he turned around and smiled at him kindly, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Little V, I have read your plan for establishing a sports medical center, and it is very thoughtful." , is also very good, I think it is worth discussing."

Lin Wei raised his head in bewilderment, facing the chairman's sudden praise and even just wanted to wish him an early year, but finally just smiled and said "thank you".

Chris took a nap at noon, and when he woke up, Lin Wei had gone to his room to get his suit.

While helping him tie his tie, Lin Wei listened to his chat: "I just had a dream."

"Is there me in the dream?"

"No," the president replied truthfully, "I dreamed about Morata."

Lin Wei focused all his attention on the tie: "Then you should go to his room and ask him to help you."

"I dreamed we were going to draw 0-0 and then he gave me the assist and I scored the winner."

Lin Wei couldn't help reminding him: "Morata is not in the starting list."

"Yes," the president forced to add logic to his dream during his nap, "the coach replaced Kareem with him."

Lin Wei tied his tie and threw the suit to him: "What did Karim do wrong?"

One and a half hours before the game, the whole team set off for the Millennium Stadium in Cardiff. It was less than half an hour's drive, and all the stations along the way were full of Meilingers who came here from all over the world.They chanted "Come on, Madrid" all the way to cheer for Real Madrid's title defense.

Lin Wei noticed a detail on the team bus. Their main goalkeeper Lavas often touched his left wrist intentionally or unintentionally.

Lin Wei was a little worried, so he went over and asked, "Did you hurt your wrist?"

Navas was also a little puzzled: "There is no injury, but this place is a bit uncomfortable."

He pointed to the depression in front of and below the ulnar styloid process to Lin Wei. Lin Wei supported his palm with one hand, and gently pressed the place he pointed with the thumb of the other hand: "Does it hurt?"

Navas shook his head: "It doesn't hurt."

Lin Wei increased his strength slightly: "What about now?"

"It doesn't hurt."

The strength of Lin Wei's fingers has been slowly superimposed, until a certain depth, Navas frowned slightly: "A little bit."

Lin Wei asked him to relax his wrist, and held his palm to make the wrist joint move passively in all directions. When the inner limit was reached, Navas frowned again: "It hurts a little bit."

At this time, Lu Xi and Xu Jie came together: "what's the matter, where is it hurt?"

Lin Wei let go of his hand, and roughly talked about his diagnosis: "I guess it's the flexor carpi ulnaris muscle, a very slight contusion, or it may be the deep fascia."

Xu Jie said to Navas: "Remember carefully, did you get hurt during training and you didn't pay attention?"

Navas thought for a while, then shook his head firmly: "No, I really haven't been injured."

Lin Wei patted him on the shoulder and asked him to relax a bit: "It doesn't have to be during training, as long as it is used in life, it may cause this slight contusion."

Navas thought about it again, and suddenly realized: "Just now, during the afternoon tea, I was carrying a plate, and Isco bumped into me. Not at all comfortable."

Lu Xi asked: "what should I do now, do I need to deal with it?"

Navas said: "It should not have any effect," he received the maximum angle of his wrist, "Generally speaking, I will not appear in this position on the court."

"No," Lin Wei shook his head, "I can't let you play with any risk, let me think of a way."

Jamie said: "It's too late to break the lockdown now."

At this time, the team bus had already stopped at the player-only entrance, where fans and reporters had been scrutinizing and surrounded.

When getting off the car, Lin Wei kept thinking of a way until he entered the locker room.

Whether this problem is big or small, the impact on the game is minimal, but I am afraid that something will happen midway.

Zidane was very calm when he heard this. He was the busiest person before the game. He came and stood for less than five seconds when someone called him on the other side.

So before Qi Zu left, he only patted Lin Wei on the shoulder: "I don't need to say more about how important this game is. You can figure it out yourself. I don't want any accidents to happen on the field."

Lin Wei took off his coat and threw it aside, and asked Lu Xi to get acupuncture needles, ethyl chloride spray and bandages. Perez took the initiative to find iodophor and cotton swabs for disinfection.

"Wait a minute," he was stopped by Lin Wei before the cotton swab touched Navas' skin, "The other hand."

"Huh?" Perez felt his IQ was insulted, "Didn't he hurt his left hand?"

Navas raised his hand and said: "Yes, it's the left hand."

Lin Wei repeated again: "Right hand, disinfect the same part of his right hand."