The years I played football at Real Madrid

j.m diary:

On July 2016, 7, the Brazilian national team has always been full of talents.I don’t know which genius it is, but I put a big mirror in the locker room. Every time someone couldn’t help but look in the mirror and I passed by, they would scream in fright.After a few times, they calmed down a lot. Since I was a senior, I didn't dare to say anything, but they took the mirror away after a while.

It's a pity, that mirror is quite big, and it takes a good picture. I usually like to look in that mirror.

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God is fair.

The boy with the instant noodle roll back then was lying on the ground crying and his face was flushed.Now he has grown into an indomitable man, with firm eyes, raised the trophy high, roared loudly, but his face was still flushed from crying.

During this period of time, Ronaldo's main palace is Miss Delaunay Cup.

Whether it is eating, sleeping, bathing, or even going to the toilet, he is unwilling to part with this lady.Even when he knew he couldn't take this lady away, his eyes looked extremely aggrieved, like a 30-year-old muscular child.Others had to give him a replica of this lady, a substitute.

Even as a stand-in, Ronaldo is deeply obsessed with Miss Delaunay's beauty and cannot extricate himself.

Allen liked Ronaldo's Twitter. There are many fans like him. Everyone is happy that Ronaldo won the European Cup.

Just a little worried about Ronaldo's left knee.

Leg injuries have always been Ronaldo's biggest concern. Since the Manchester United era, he has suffered injuries once or twice a year. Real Madrid even insured huge amounts of insurance for his injured legs. Due to the tasks of La Liga and European Cup matches, Ronaldo has been taking care of him for a long time. wounded combat.

I won the European Cup, and I have a good rest for a while because of my leg injury. I hope it gets better.

Allen silently wished.

"You adore him?" James asked.

"No, I'm just worshiping God," Allen said.

"...He's just a mortal. In the final, he couldn't even play the whole game due to injury, and he didn't score the winning goal."

"God created him, gave him talent, gave him a hardworking nature, but feared that he would be lonely, and gave him a Messi, feared that he would be proud, and gave him many hardships. But he is always the best That one, just like this game, even if he didn't play, his courageous spirit led the team to victory."

"...I have nothing to say to you drugged-up fanatics."

Allen smiled slightly.

Mom looked at him and wondered, "Allen, who are you talking to?"

"a friend."

But there was no one around Alan.

Mom was a little terrified, she quickly grabbed Alan's hand, and forced a smile, "Have your favorite chicken drumsticks for dinner, okay?"

"Okay, Mom." Allen returned to the room.

He was supposed to live at the youth academy in La Fabrica a long time ago, but he chose to live with his parents.This is also possible, not to mention that his parents both work in the youth training camp.Dad is the cook and mom is the logistics.

His room was very different from a month ago. There were two pillows on the bed, one was a soft feather pillow, which belonged to Allen.The other one was a bit tattered, and contained a few clothes and barely a pillow, which belonged to someone else because he couldn't sleep with the other pillows.

The star posters on the wall, except for Ronaldo's, were all taken down, and they looked much cleaner.

Alan got a little sleepy and soon fell asleep on his pillow.

After a while, James opened his eyes, stretched his neck, and walked downstairs.

Mom saw him and said with a smile. "Are you hungry? Come, try a piece of chicken first."

James wrinkled his face in disgust, he shrugged, "No, I hate chicken." He looked at the contents of the pot and said, "Give me an egg."

Mom looked at him in astonishment, "...Alan?"

James waved his hand, "I'm just kidding."

He pinched his palm with a dry smile.

After a while, Allen blinked sleepily, and called softly, "Mom?"

Mother looked at Alan and said hesitantly: "Alan, have you been under too much pressure recently? You are too anxious to be promoted to the first team? You are only 16 years old, and you are too young. If you The pressure is too much... You can talk to the coaches to see if there is a delay. No other talent, at the age of 16, has not played in such a top league."

"But when Messi was 16, he was already able to blow up the main players of Barcelona."

"Are you going to compare yourself to Messi?"

Allen stood at the door and said seriously, "No, I want to pass him."

"But...that's Messi, kid." Mom stroked his hair, "In your first 16 years, you didn't see any outstanding talent at all. How can you compare with others."

"But I have talent now. He grew up in Barcelona's youth academy, I grew up in Real Madrid's youth academy, he can make his first-team debut at 16, and so can I. I'm nothing worse than him."

Mom looked at him lovingly, "My baby. That's Messi."

Allen smiled, instead of arguing with his mother about this issue, he whispered, "I want to do my best, because I want to be the king's man."

"Real Madrid?"

"No, my king is Cristiano Ronaldo."

"What about Real Madrid?"

"throne."

Mom laughed at his childish admiration, "Oh boy, you're such a sweet kid."

Allen officially stepped into the locker room of the first team, the day before the start of La Liga.Coach Zidane said before that he would report to the first team, but the result was mainly to live under the team doctor and nutritionist.

This is Real Madrid!The best club in the world!

He was wearing a slightly larger jersey with the number "36" printed on it, a schoolbag with two rabbit ears on his back, a pair of white football socks, black Assassin cr7 sneakers, fluffy hair, and a stick in his mouth with a lollipop.

He was then stopped by the guard.

"Alan?" The doorman uncle knew his family, and they used to sit and watch football games together in the bar.The doorman smiled, "Mr. Zidane has already told everyone about your entry into the first team. However, for the sake of our old acquaintance, I advise you to throw away the candy first. You seem too childish like this." gone."

Allen obediently wrapped the candy again in sugar wrappers, ready to eat it next time.

The uncle guard looked at him, and said seriously and quietly: "You are a child of our La Fabrica, you will succeed, right?"

Allen said, "You mean goals?"

"Yes, not just goals, but victories."

Allen smiled, "It takes everyone working together to win."

The guard looked at him hopefully, then let him go. "The young eagles in La Fabrica are different from the birds in other places."

The areas of the first team and other echelons are separated, and Allen has never been here.But under the guidance of an "old star" who is familiar with the area, he managed to come to the first-team dressing room.

The dressing room is luxurious and grand, showing Real Madrid's heritage as a veteran giant.

There was no one inside, he was the first one to come.

The name of the corresponding star is written on each compartment, and then there are jerseys, pants, shoes and socks.

There is a mirror in that compartment of Ronaldo.

Allen's previous cubicle did not write his name.The compartments and lockers of echelon players do not write their names, because in the development stage of young players, the most important thing is discipline and obedience.

He walked to his own cubicle and looked at the direction, which was a bit remote.But this is his cubicle, isn't it?

Alan traced his name "alan" with his fingers.

Then he sat quietly in his seat.

At 09:30, the players came gradually, and the first one was Morata.Morata is also a product of Real Madrid's youth training. In the first few years, he couldn't stand in Real Madrid, and then he was thrown to Juventus in Serie A. After he got mixed up, Real Madrid repurchased him.

Although they are both produced by the youth training, the two don't know each other very well.

Morata is tall and big, with a gentle smile, "Alan? You came so early, have you had breakfast yet?"

Allen lowered his head and nodded slightly.

Morata has heard about this kid, who is a copy of Messi, shyness is a human design, so he doesn't care about his faux pas, and pats him on the shoulder, "Which position is he playing?"

"……It will be all right."

Morata was speechless for a while, and simply sat beside him, "Then before the coach asked you to come, which position did you play?"

"I didn't say it."

"Which position do you play best? It can't be all good, you should have a shining point."

Allen finally took a look at him, and said in a low voice mysteriously: "I am a free agent and have no fixed position. I will play wherever the coach asks me to play. I can score goals in every position."

Morata felt as if he had been tricked by a donkey. He scratched his ears, "Oh, that's amazing."

More and more people came in, and soon they were all there.Seeing Allen sitting there obediently talking to Morata, he felt very small. If he came to say hello to him, or touched his head, he would be regarded as acquainted.

Ramos said directly: "You are so good, but you look too young, are you an adult?"

Allen looked at the Real Madrid captain, "I'm 16."

"Oh, do the math, Sese do the math." Ramos counted his fingers, "98, isn't it, 00?!!"

He was taken aback.

The few people next to him were also startled, and gathered around, "What? The little guy from 00?!"

Marcelo bit his finger and looked at Alan, "It's really small, Sese, can we return it?"

A group of people born in the 80s and 90s suddenly got a post-00s, which really stimulated their little hearts.People who compete in sports don't want to say that they are old.

Ramos waved his hand, "The post-00s will be post-00s, there will always be such a day."

When he saw Morata, who was born in the 2012s, come in under the name of "Raul's successor" in 90, Ramos had already groaned. Now he doesn't want to talk, he just wants to be quiet.

The locker room has been noisy, and when the head coach Zidane came in, it was still a bit noisy.

Zidane smiled, "Did Allen come over? I guess you will react like this."

Alan stood up. He was a little tall, almost 1.8 meters. Marcelo, who was standing in front of him, shifted his position covertly.God, this kid is only 16 years old, he is so tall, why doesn't he play basketball?Real Madrid's basketball team is also very good.

Seeing Marcelo move, Modric, who was also only 174, also moved.

Everyone pretended not to notice.

"Allen, have you greeted everyone?" Zidane asked him.

Allen blushed from being watched by so many people, and his voice was so thin that no one could hear him except himself.

James reminded him, "It's too shy, it's not easy to integrate into the group. You should introduce yourself louder. Last time, there was a new member who joined the team. He was awkward in speaking and doing things. Everyone didn't like him, so he was kicked. Twice the ball, was transferred during the winter break. Football is a place where pure men live."

"...Alan Rodney." Allen put his hands behind his back, his fingertips trembling slightly.

Zidane sighed, this kid is good at everything, but he is too shy.

Ramos touched Alan's hair beside him, it was soft and felt good, and then he pressed it again, but his mouth was calm, "The first post-00 player in the team, everyone already I’ve come here to observe it. He’s very well-behaved and polite.”

Zidane smiled and said, "That's good, Alan, you have to get along with everyone."

Allen nodded slightly and smiled.