The years I played football at Real Madrid

"The best thing I did in my life was to meet James. He taught me to grow, and he forged me into what I am now." Cyril said, "He is not only my idol, but also my idol. Teachers, my friends, my family, the closest people I can name. If God really created a so-called 'soul mate' for a person, I think I have found that person."

"That's why I chose to have his name engraved on the Ballon d'Or."

"Because I think that since this award is given to me, it must be half of James's."

"It is because of him that I have me."

"James, I once said that if I got the Golden Globe, I would put your name on the trophy. Because you deserve it. Without you, I would not be me. I share all the honor with you...Me and you Split the Ballon d'Or. I did it today."

He stood on the stage looking at me smiling.

The light shone on him, like a god who saves mortals.At least he saved me.

"From now on, rain and shine, you and I stand side by side." He said.

As long as he has a ring on his hand now, if he kneels down on one knee, maybe I will take advantage of the situation and agree to his marriage proposal.I laughed out loud, and couldn't help thinking, whose little wolf dog is this, it's so cute, I want to pet his dog's head, scratch his chin, rub his stomach, and play with his tail and teeth by the way.Oh, by the way, this is my home, nice!

The speech is over.

In the applause of everyone, he came down with the Golden Globe trophy in one hand and sat beside me, but at this time I could no longer see the little wolf dog, I could only see the beautiful golden light.I quickly took the trophy with both hands, and an assistant next to me hurriedly handed over a safe suitcase. I put the trophy in it carefully and carefully, locked it, and nervously put the box on my lap.

Cyril couldn't help but whispered: "It's gold-plated, not pure gold, and it's not worth much."

I nodded, "I know, but this is the Golden Globes."

Maybe it's because I was so focused on the Golden Globe Awards that I didn't have time to pay attention to him, Cyril's mouth pursed.

I also whispered, "Are you jealous? Jealous of a Golden Globe?"

Cyril said: "I won the prize, but you don't even praise me."

He still doesn't know why he got the Ballon d'Or over me and Roy, and I'm not going to tell him.I laughed, the way he asked me for praise was like a child who got [-] points in the test chasing his parents for praise, childish and cute.

"You're awesome." I said.

"That's it?" Cyril looked at me suspiciously, "Is there nothing else? What reward do you have to give me, James, this is a very important award, I won the award, you should reward me. "

"Yes Yes."

I thought for a while, leaned close to his ear, covered my mouth, and whispered, "I'll treat you to navel oranges tonight."

Cyril's face turned red all of a sudden, and the heat rose from his neck to the top of his head. He was a little ashamed and embarrassed. "How can this be used as a reward? I deserve it... Well, that's fine. That's it."

As the new Golden Globe winner, World Footballer of the Year, Cyril is the most important thing tonight. Not only is he too busy to touch the ground, but his agent is also too busy to tell the difference between east, west, and north.Half of my mind was on the Golden Globes, I wanted to reach into the box to touch her, and half of my mind was on Cyril, seeing that he was too busy, I asked my agent Dominic to help, Dominic is very powerful My agent, with his nimble wrists, should be able to help.

Dominic looked at me in surprise, "James, you..."

I said, "Dominique, I think you've already guessed that."

Sure enough, he put away his surprised expression, changed to a speechless expression, and said, "Okay, I'll just go and help. You have to think carefully, alas..."

I said: "Cyril's acceptance speech today is a bit too emotional, please do it later, hire some sailors, and guide public opinion towards friendship, teacher-student relationship, and don't let people think in that direction. Cyril is still young and he has a long career ahead of him. You know what I mean?"

Dominique said: "With Cyril's performance today, I predict that there will be a lot of trouble in the future. James, you have to pay more."

I smiled and nodded.

With Dominic's help, the matter was settled quickly.At 12 o'clock in the evening, we took our suitcases and boarded the private plane on time - the plane was rented by me - and returned to Madrid, Spain overnight.

It was already dark at night, but the plane was still full of laughter and laughter.

Winning the Ballon d'Or is a great joy for both my team and his team.This is the first time for Cyril to win the Golden Globe Award, and my team - 20 years, my team has already had a father-daughter partner, but this is also the first time they have had close contact with the Golden Globe Award, It's all like crazy.

Champagne was sprayed everywhere, and the music was turned on the loudest. If it wasn't for the fact that they were on the plane, everyone would be tap dancing by now.

Cyril and I sat alone in a cubicle.I peeled the navel orange, and Cyril shook his head in disappointment, "Liar, big liar."

I glanced at him with a smile.

Cyril said: "What kind of navel orange is this? This is not what I want. You deceived my feelings and made me wait so long. Is it so difficult to get a reward after I won the Golden Globe? Then when you win the prize next year, I won't give you any rewards."

Can I still win the award next year?I'm a little unsure.

I just said casually: "If I win the prize next year, I will go with you to get the marriage certificate. We will be legally living together from now on."

Cyril stared in disbelief.

"how?"

"Will you get a marriage certificate with me?!" Cyril hugged me, and I quickly shouted, 'Don't squeeze my Golden Globe trophy! ', he hugged me tightly regardless, "You want to marry me, right? James, did I hear you right?!"

There was a moment of silence on the plane, and then it started to be noisy again.

I pursed my lips, "It's not necessarily true. What I said is that next year I won the Golden Globe and I will argue with you again."

"James, are you proposing to me?" Cyril didn't listen to me at all, but began to be picky, "What kind of proposal is this, what about the ring? What about the flowers? You didn't prepare seriously at all."

"It's fine if you want it, and besides, I don't have any..."

Cyril began to be aggressive, "Even if you don't have the ring and the flower, you should kneel on one knee, right? Come on, kneel! Get on your knees!"

"Wait, wait." I said, "Don't start doing it just because my favorability with you is off the charts today. If you want to kneel, you kneel."

"Are you stupid? Where does the person being proposed kneel down?" Cyril looked at me like a fool.

...he seems to be right.

I was touching the Golden Globe trophy in my hand. This trophy was poisonous. I should have been dazzled by joy. "Then I will kneel, but I don't have a ring or a flower."

Cyril dragged me around to find something. He and I both drank wine, and we felt a little swayed when the wine was strong. We held hands and searched from one side of the plane to the other. We found a green potted plant as a bouquet , but we still haven't been able to find the ring.Cyril was very angry and seemed to want to snatch the wedding ring from someone else.

"Borrow it and use it, and I will return it to you when it's used up," he said.But no one dared to lend him the ring.

Cyril gasped, and started to find fault with me again, "What's the matter with you? You are ready to ask for marriage, why don't you get the ring ready? Do you want me to come and find it temporarily?"

Guessing he was drunk from too much champagne, I laughed and dragged him to the corner, which was the bathroom door. "Okay, okay, it's my fault. I'll get ready when I get off the plane, okay?"

Cyril nodded, agreeing.But he was still very depressed, with his head down and sullen, and he didn't even wag his tail.

I stroke his head.

I suddenly saw the trophy in my hand, and thought that this prop should also be good, and Cyril would definitely be satisfied.But, am I really ready to propose to him?

He is almost ten years younger than me. I am about to retire, and his career has just come to a bright spot. The gap between us will become wider and wider in the future.I started to manage my post-retirement life, doing business, being a coach, or something else, and he gradually became the thigh of Real Madrid, flying around the world 365 days a year, playing the top football games, and meeting everyone. It's a talent of the younger generation. If he meets someone better than me, he will suddenly fall in love with him. It's not impossible. I know what I look like.

We will go further and further.It is possible to be together, and it is possible to be apart.

He is obsessed with me now, although I can take the opportunity to tie him up now, but what about in the future?

Don't propose?Just muddle along like this?I was insecure and neither was Cyril.And I think Cyril deserves my marriage proposal.He likes me and I like him too.

But that was a marriage proposal after all...

My heart was ups and downs, wavering.

Cyril said, "James, I love you."

Just after he said this, my nose became sore and my eye sockets became hot. This is not good, so I quickly smiled.

"James, just propose to me." Cyril said pitifully, "I've liked you for a long, long time..."

I look at him.

The corners of his eyes were a little red, probably because he had been drinking, and he looked very drunk.He is handsome and handsome, his curly black hair has been well groomed today, it no longer looks unkempt, but neat and delicate; I’m wearing a bow tie—I don’t know how to tie a bow tie very much, and Cyril tied it for me when I went out today.

I took a deep breath and knelt down holding the Golden Globe trophy with our two names engraved on it.

"...Cyril." I was probably crazy, I said, "Please marry me, become my legal partner, and live with me in the future. I...I will treat you very well."

Cyril wiped away his tears indiscriminately, and nodded indiscriminately, "Okay, I am willing, I am willing!"

He lifted me up and leaned over to kiss me and touch me.

Although it was in public, I was a little embarrassed, but he was so excited, I didn't interrupt him, I just hugged him firmly.

After a while, Cyril suddenly jumped up, scolded, and stared at me, "You, you, we...you proposed at the toilet door just now?!! It's too unromantic, no way! This time it doesn't count, let me first I promised you, but you have to propose to me again. You can't be so sloppy like now."

I laughed and nodded.