The years I played football at Real Madrid

"Nonsense, I don't have one, how is it possible." On the way to the awards ceremony.He told me about the second personality.While adjusting my tie, I recalled what Cyril said, and suddenly thought of something, "Could it be that I can't satisfy you by myself, you have already started to fantasize about having another person... right?"

It was a bit embarrassing, and I felt my masculinity was insulted.

Cyril tried to adjust my tie, but I pushed his hand away.I'm not angry, but because we are outside now, in case some specious photos are taken, it will be of no benefit to me or him.It's always good to be careful.Thinking of this, I feel that speaking should be more concealed, so that no one can guess our relationship.

Cyril was a little upset, but insisted: "No, it's true, I think you should go to a psychiatrist for an examination."

"I think I'm fine." I said, "It stands to reason that the mental illness is due to my own environment, and I have been very relaxed for more than a year, laughing and laughing every day, just waiting to retire. Where did I come from? What about the pressure?"

Cyril asked again: "Then do you remember what you were doing during that time?"

"I fell asleep."

Cyril shook his head, "No, we almost did it again. But your other personality came out, he is much more gentle and restrained than you, and to be honest, he is still a little timid. I noticed it before Something is wrong, now that you think about it, you have two games, it should be when the second personality comes out. Then I asked him, he hesitated and admitted. James, this is a big problem...you don't even know His existence, and he is silently lurking, learning your words and doing things, what if one day he suddenly replaces you? What if no one finds out?"

My brain is not working very well, and I think a lot.

I smiled.If there is a second personality, it is also me, but the two "I" have different personalities. What is the difference?

"You're still laughing. I'm really angry." Cyril said.

I originally wanted to kiss him, but forget it, I will kiss him when I get back to the hotel.I scare him, "How do you know that I'm not replaced now?"

Cyril's expression froze, he obviously thought of something, and stopped talking.

I continued to lie to him and said: "You don't know, that is the master personality, I am the second personality, and I am the one who occupies the magpie's nest."

Cyril grabbed my hand.He was a little scared, and he stumbled, "Then you have been around for a long time, which proves that you are the master personality. Don't be afraid. Me, let's find a skilled psychotherapist and let him treat you Another personality... I don't care who is the primary and secondary, I only want you, let's get rid of the other one, okay?"

Is this a confession of change?

Fortunately, the driver is my own, strict-mouthed, and loyal to me.I thought so, and reassured him. "It doesn't matter, we won't change anything. Surgery is risky. What if, what if he eliminates me? Now I still have a lot of time. If the operation fails, I will have a little chance of existence." It's gone. You also said that the second personality is learning how to speak and do things from me, if I am eliminated and he pretends to be me, then you won't be able to find out at all."

"I can tell the difference," said Cyril. "Your alter ego is a virgin. And you, obviously, are a veteran of the garden."

I laughed.

The gate of Zurich arrived, and countless flashlights and microphones surrounded our car, and I quietly let go of his hand.

Ballon d'Or - the highest personal honor a footballer can receive.If Cyril got it, then I can't let him be underestimated for his stains.I hope that I can pave the best prospects and the greatest glory under his feet, and the Golden Globes are the embellishments on the roadside.

He is not like me, he is clean and promising.

He has hopes of winning the Ballon d'Or.

I greet many people I know, both friends and enemies, and I only recommend Cyril to my friends.I also praised Cyril against my will: "Excellent shooting skills, humble and polite, he is the one who is most like me among the young players I have seen, and reminds me of when I was young."

This is when I boasted about Cyril the most in front of people. Cyril blushed in embarrassment. My friends were also surprised that Cyril was so pleasing to me. I still disliked him in the middle of the season. .

"Old guy, are you talking about him? With all due respect, I have watched his games. Although he is good, compared with you..." Most of the players in my group have retired or are on the verge of retirement Yes, after football players retire, the jobs they can find are relatively good.Some of them are old captains of the team, some have become reporters, some have entered the political arena, and some are active in the team management circle.The old guys I know have their own abilities. Although they can't play football against me, they are much better than me in other aspects.

Before I could answer this person, I was pulled away by an old guy next to me, "You have to think carefully, this may be your last chance."

"I've figured it out." Cyril looked at me suspiciously, and I added, "So I came to Zurich, and I wasn't even planning to come."

The man smiled and said, "It's nothing, I just think it's a pity that such an amazing and talented guy like you didn't have a Golden Globe to accompany you in your career."

I smiled. "Without the Ballon d'Or, I'm also the king of the ball."

The man laughed and said, "You're right, so what if you don't have the Ballon d'Or, who can surpass your record in terms of goals? No matter what, you must have a strong mark in the history of football .”

I smiled and said to him: "Although I didn't get it, but if Cyril got it, it's the same as I got it."

"Cyril is indeed good, but he is still too young." The man gave me a wink quietly, "However, young people love hard work and will always get everything they want. Unlike us... James, we're not going to change."

So I laughed.

I saw Jim, and took Cyril over to say hello to Jim. Jim took his beautiful female companion, and when he saw me, he abandoned his female companion. "Hey! James!"

He gave me a big hug, and I hugged him heavily with a smile, and thumped his back while hugging him. He coughed and talked to me with a smile while coughing. I didn’t think there was any problem at first. Yeah—I've been joking around like that with Jim all the time, but out of the corner of my eye I saw Cyril's back molars were clenched, and I remembered that I'm married now.

I let go of Jim and got more serious. "Come on, let me introduce you, Cyril, our little prince No. 7 of Real Madrid, who will be the one who will double-kill you Dortmund in the Champions League in the future, see clearly."

Jim is the captain of Dortmund, and he is also a great player. He also won the Golden Globe a few years ago.He glanced at Cyril and nodded, "I know, I know, your little bastard, you protect your eyes like eyeballs, if you don't know, you think it's your own son, and you call me to tell me to vote want……"

I rolled my eyes fiercely, and Jim reacted immediately and said, "Voting must be fair and fair, I know, I know."

I taunted him, "Roy is here this year, why are you here? If Roy wins the award, the camera will definitely be on your face, 360 degrees with no dead ends." The story of the two falling in love and killing each other tells Three days and three nights can't finish talking, generally speaking, it's the childhood sweethearts who parted ways and went their own way.

Jim pretended to be deep and said: "The one who should come can't be avoided. Besides, Roy's legs are not good, and this year may be his last chance...I can't just watch him get the second one." I only have one Golden Globe Award myself! I have already thought about it, if the Golden Globe Award is really awarded to him, I will stand up and say loudly 'I object'!"

I laughed, "Okay, that's what you said."

Jim added: "And with both of you here, Roy's chances of winning the prize are only one in three."

I whispered to him, "Roy probably has no chance."

Jim asked me in a low voice: "The bank's investigation of his tax was revealed by your work team? But you don't need it. You have been running with me for more than ten or twenty years. You should give up. Anyway, you will take it. No, why do you do something... Oh, for your little boy, James, tell me in private, isn't he really your illegitimate child?"

I looked at him like I was mentally retarded, "I'm not a few years older than him, okay? I'm not even ten years old, how could I give birth to him?"

Jim asked, "Are you brothers?"

I had a weird expression, "Look at the faces of the two of us, brother?"

Jim laughed, and he and I chatted a lot until the awards ceremony.

It was a golden and red stage, and the guest invited was an old-timer in the football world. I went to visit him when I was young. Unfortunately, our two ideas are different, and we did not have a deep friendship.But I also admire him.

The old man winked at me, "Oh, it's you again, you come here every year, and you come back empty-handed every year, you should apply for a Guinness World Record. The guests change every year, and the Golden Globe Awards every year The candidate always has you, alas."

The audience laughed.

I'm also laughing and greeting my surroundings.

Cyril thought he was mocking me, there was no smile on his face, his expression was very indifferent and stiff.

The old man said in a deep voice: "I hope you can get this award this year. Just like God has his supreme scepter, the king should also have a crown of glory. James, you should come and take your own crown gone."

At that moment, my eye sockets almost ached.

I smiled at him, and the old man smiled at me, then he shook his head and said, "It's been more than ten years, and the audience is tired of watching you, so hurry up and get the Golden Globe and get out, don't come again."

He opened the envelope slowly, bit by bit, and then pulled out a folded white paper from inside.The old man glanced at the name on it, then looked at me sharply, his dim eyes were full of scrutiny and gentleness.He just looked at me quietly for about five seconds. The host next to him was a little panicked, so he shook the white paper. "This year's Golden Globe winner is—"

Cyril took a deep breath and looked nervously at the front of the stage. He unconsciously reached out and grabbed my sleeve.

Sure enough, he was still too young, I wanted to laugh a little, I looked at Cyril, I could see his lips trembling, and I could also see an inconspicuous red mark on the side of his face, it was accidentally when playing in the hotel last night Hit the bedpost, what an idiot, look, how nervous it is.

In the blink of an eye, that name was read out.

The old man said: "—Cyril Williams."

There was applause in the hall, and everyone looked at Cyril, but Cyril looked at me.

He was no longer nervous, and after the dust settled, he also calmed down, his expression couldn't tell whether it was disappointment or surprise, but his eyes slowly turned red, and a pair of tears fell from his eyes as soon as he blinked.

I smiled and pushed him, "Are you silly and happy? Hurry up and accept the award."

He just stood up and walked towards the stage with his back turned to me, my smile gradually cooled.No, no, I'm not upset because Cyril won the award and I didn't win the award, or because I don't think I'll have a chance at the Golden Globes in my life, I just feel peaceful all of a sudden, like The pools of water in the depths of the woods are as calm as water, without joy or sadness.

Cyril stood in front of the stage.He is so handsome, tall and handsome, standing there, he is the No. 1 Golden Globe winner in history, and his voice is also nice, he said: "Thank you, thank you..."

I miss him so much.