[Football] In the name of the team doctor

"In the Ligue 2 game that ended in the early hours of February 26, Neymar sprained his right ankle and left the field early. There are only 9 days left before the second round of the Champions League against Real Madrid. Whether he can come back in time is a big question mark. "

However, Paris coach Emery expressed optimism: "Neymar is very cautious about this, but we must remain optimistic. If you ask me now if he can play against Real Madrid, then my answer must be yes."

This is the headline news of the major media the next day. For Real Madrid, this is undoubtedly good news. Under the premise of leading 3-1 at home, the opponent also lost a general. In the second round of the game, Paris wants to come back The possibility is not great. Real Madrid's entry into the quarter-finals of the Champions League this season is almost a foregone conclusion.

Even so, Zidane still dare not take it lightly, seeing that they have fallen into a passive league, the Champions League has become the last hope.

This incident had little to do with Lin Wei, but that night he received a strange email.

The person who sent this email was Thiago, who claimed to be Neymar's personal physiotherapist.He sent Lin Wei the inspection and report of Neymar's left ankle sprain, and relayed the Paris Saint-Germain team doctor's estimate of the injury time, saying that the Brazilian may have to rest for 6-8 weeks, and sent him an email The purpose is to ask him to help to see if there is any way to make him recover earlier, and it will not affect this year's World Cup in Russia.

After reading this email, Lin Wei felt very shocked. Obviously, the two teams will have a crucial game next, and the other party will send a letter asking for help. What kind of idea is this?

Lin Wei sat staring blankly at the notebook for a while, but never clicked on the medical records in the attachment.He himself was quite hesitant, not knowing whether he should read it or not, whether he should accept the other party's request for help or not.

When Lin Jinsong walked in from the outside, he happened to see his tangled and embarrassed look, so he asked casually, "What's the matter?"

Lin Wei told his father about the email: "Next week is the second round match between Real Madrid and Paris. The number 10 on the opposite side was injured yesterday and sprained his right ankle. Please ask me for help. You said I am busy. To help or not to help?"

Lin Jinsong asked him back, "Why didn't you help?"

Lin Wei looked at his father suspiciously, with "Is this question still worth asking" clearly written in his eyes, but he still patiently explained: "I am the team doctor of Real Madrid, and with the salary paid by Real Madrid, I go to treat the opponent players. Injury, this is not good. Actually, this club once sent me an email, offering me a salary increase to let me work there, I refused, this time it was an email from the player's personal physiotherapist."

"But you still want to help him, don't you?" Professor Lin's thoughts were very clear, and he was not led astray by his son. Before Lin Wei could answer, he continued to ask, "You leave your personal email address to your colleagues, and you don't mind strangers. Why do people email you for help and are happy to help them?"

Lin Wei spread his hands indifferently: "There's no reason, it's just a little effort. It can help others, improve your professional level, and prove your ability. Why not do it?"

Speaking of this, Lin Wei suddenly figured out something. Thiago also said in his letter that in order not to cause unnecessary trouble to both Neymar and Lin Wei, they would not come to Madrid to ask Lin Wei for help in treatment, but just wanted to let Neymar He gives some advice.

In fact, the other party he was worried about had also considered it. This was just an ordinary request for help among colleagues, and it just so happened that the injured person was their next opponent.

So Lin Wei picked up the mouse, downloaded the attachment, and browsed page by page.

"It seems that you have decided to help him?"

Lin Wei nodded: "According to the Paris team doctor, Neymar will be out for at least 6-8 weeks. Even if you treat him personally, it is impossible for his ankle sprain to heal within a week. He is still unable to participate in the match." For Real Madrid games, it’s okay for me to help them.”

"That's not necessarily true," Professor Lin put his son's shoulders on his shoulders. "I can't make him recover, but I can make him play a full game."

Lin Wei said with a smile: "Then maybe after playing this game, instead of helping the team enter the quarter-finals of the Champions League, he will pay for his trip to the World Cup instead."

"Xiao Wei," the old father patted his son's shoulders twice with his generous palm, "Even if you are on the sidelines of the game, it's okay if you give a little help to the injured player of the opponent without affecting your work. I believe that the most important factor in deciding a game is the strength of the team, not the strength of the team doctor."

"That's different." Lin Wei stared at the screen, typing quickly on the keyboard with his fingers, "Not everyone is as high-level as you. Just after being scolded by a patient, you can treat them without any grievances later." He suddenly stopped listening, sighed, and continued, "Actually, I am still conflicted in my heart, but I still decided to follow my heart to do this."

"I remember you always mentioned to me a mysterious high-tech laboratory, which is also related to football. What's it called?"

"Milan Laboratory," Lin Wei didn't know why his father suddenly mentioned this, "now it doesn't exist anymore."

Lin Jinsong added: "Last summer, when you were at home, you were also planning a new treatment center for Real Madrid. How did you plan?"

"The medical center is under construction, maybe it will be ready for trial operation next season." Lin Wei stopped and looked up at his father, "What's wrong?"

"Who does the medical center serve?"

"Real Madrid's football and basketball teams, all first-team and youth players, and in the future there will be athletes from other sports prepared and established by the club."

Lin Jinsong continued to ask: "Isn't it open to the outside world?"

"Probably not for the time being, I don't know in the future."

"Then have you ever thought that your medical center may one day be on the same old ground as the Milan laboratory."

"..."

On February 2th, in the 28th round of La Liga, Real Madrid challenged the Espanyol away. No one would have thought that this game would become an important turning point for Real Madrid in the league.

Chris was rested by Zidane. With the help of a series of public opinions, Bell made his debut as a single striker. Facing the relegation team, Zidane, who loves the 4-3-3 formation, rarely played 4-2-3 -1 formation.

However, the result of the game was unacceptable. Real Madrid was almost beaten by the Spaniard. Both the number of shots and the number of shots on target were lower than that of the opponent. The opponent even hit the goal frame twice.

Seeing that the game is coming to an end, the 0-0 score is unacceptable enough. In the 92nd minute, Real Madrid was defeated by their opponents.

0 to 1, Real Madrid not only did not take all three points from the opponent to continue to maintain the hope of winning the championship, but instead helped the opponent to score valuable three points, which eased the pressure of relegation.

The gap with Barcelona in the standings suddenly widened to as much as 7 points, and now Zidane had to face an important decision-continue to cling to the slim hope of the championship in the league, or give up the league. Go all out in the Champions League.

Whether it is Meilinger or the commentators, everyone is giving advice to Zidane for a while, but the Frenchman is unmoved. He still has his own ideas and arrangements for the subsequent games.

On the other hand, since this game, the club has also seen that Zidane has completely lost patience with Bale. Whether it is the Champions League or the league, he is rarely given a chance to start.

On March 3th, in the second round of the Champions League 7% final, Real Madrid defeated Paris 2-1 at the Parc des Princes. Chris scored in 9 consecutive Champions League games and scored the first in the Champions League this season. 14 goals, finally helped Real Madrid win the game 2-1, with a total score of 5-2 double kill opponents.

In the 80th minute of the game, Real Madrid had already led their opponents 2-1. Zidane replaced Bell. In the end, Chris scored 89 points in the game. Bell played 10 minutes and only scored 66 points. score.

It is self-evident who Zidane values ​​more and who he chooses to give up.In fact, Lin Wei is also a little curious. After all, it is the darling bought by Lafayette for [-] million yuan.

So he asked his boyfriend in private: "The coach won't really let Bell be on the bench all the time, so wouldn't his agent want to scold my idol to death in front of the media?"

"We'll let him play at critical times. It's not bad to be a surprise soldier. After all, he still has strength." Chris looked down at his phone for a while, and suddenly added, "But it's not as good as me."

"Keep a low profile." Lin Wei stroked his chin. "The whole world knows that you are the best player on this planet."

"The most powerful player on the planet" was very satisfied with his rainbow fart, and leaned over to kiss him, but accidentally saw an email on the laptop monitor on his lap. If you look closely, it seems to be a person's MRI report, Neymar is written in the name column.

"Is it the Neymar I know?"

This question made Lin Wei laugh: "Is there any other player named Neymar injured recently?"

"You don't refuse anyone, even the opponent player dares to help, so you are not afraid of being known by your idol?"

Lin Wei turned his head and glanced at him: "I'm not afraid, but you, aren't you a little scared?"

Chris seemed to have heard a joke: "What am I afraid of?"

"I'm afraid that if I heal Neymar's injury, he will help Paris come back."

"Che, I'm afraid of him. He's just a younger brother. When I was in Barcelona, ​​I was not afraid of Messi and Suarez."

Lin Wei fell in love with his self-confident look, almost arrogant, threw away the notebook and rushed over: "I have a strong premonition."

"What?" Chris put his arms around him, letting him lean against his chest.

"I feel like you're going to win the Champions League and the Ballon d'Or again."

The president kissed him on the lips and said, "When the time comes, I will hold your hand to accept the award."