The years I played football at Real Madrid

j.m diary:

"December 2016, 10.

Cyril came to visit my room again.He said there were cockroaches in the room and he was afraid to sleep.

Last time he said that the fire sprinkler in the hotel room was broken, the last time it was that the hot water shower was broken, and the last time it was because the decoration was too deserted and made him miss his father.

I think the place we live in Real Madrid is at least a five-star hotel, isn't it?Why is there a problem with his room every time.

I said, 'In this way, you can switch with me, you sleep in my room, I will go to yours, I am not afraid of cockroaches. '

Cyril was very moved, but still rejected the proposal. 'Don't be so troublesome, back and forth, spread the word and think I'm so strong that I drove you away.In fact, you just need to allocate a little space for me on the bed. I sleep very honestly, you know. '

'Do not. '

I don't know if he sleeps honestly or not. Anyway, I know that I sleep more deadly.

Cyril immediately turned his face, 'I knew you hadn't forgotten!You remember everything I told you that night clearly, why are you pretending to have amnesia...'

I picked up his collar and threw him at the door.

Xiril suddenly cried and hugged her stomach, "Don't!I am pregnant with your child!Why are you so cruel! ? '

I was as shocked as being struck by lightning.

impossible?He can't make such a joke, can he?How do men and men have children?Me, when did I do him?

Cyril hugged my trouser legs and went back into the room, 'Come, let me tell you about what happened that night. '

I hesitated, nodded, and closed the door. "

James sat down. If Isco hadn't moved quickly to the side, he might have sat directly on his lap.

"...Hello." Isco looked at James with a stiff expression. "Are you free to see me?"

James smiled, evil eyes, dimpled lips.

As long as he showed such a smile, Isco knew that he was about to suffer again.Isco turned his head and gave J Luo a look of "They are all brothers, you dare to harm me", letting him slowly understand.

"Hello. Don't be jealous. We are all teammates. I have the same feelings for you." James patted his thigh, "I forgot to ask you at the birthday party last time, did you have a good time?"

God fucking jealous.

Isco endured it before saying, "Happy."

James laughed, "It's good to be happy. I can see that you are quite open-minded. You are much better than those pretentious people. Keep it up. I like your playful nature."

James smiled and picked Isco's chin.

Isco laughed, waved his hand away, and said dryly, "I saw you and James talking just now. What are you talking about? James has been laughing. When did you two get along so well?" .”

James said: "You still don't admit that it's jealousy? You didn't talk about anything, just talked about your back number."

Isco remembered that James' current number "36" is not a main number at all, and guessed that James went to complain to Ronaldo. "Oh, what did he say?"

"What can he say? What does it have to do with him." James was extremely confident, "I'm not targeting anyone, as long as it's the number I want, I've never been unable to get it."

"How many numbers do you want?" Isco took a sip of water.

"number 10."

Isco spouted mineral water and sprayed it on the face and body of Carvajal, who was playing with his mobile phone.Carvajal stood up expressionlessly, held Isco down and beat him.After beating, Carvajal smiled at James honestly, sat back down again, and wiped the water on his face and body with a tissue.

Isco didn't dare to do anything, rubbed his aching shoulder, and asked James bitterly, "Then you...why didn't you get beaten to death by James?"

Others are obviously still playing football, but they only have a little more time as a substitute, so they ask for their back number. This kind of behavior is not considered provocation, but it can also be regarded as pouring salt on others' wounds, right?James actually joked with him, ah, James's wide-ranging state of mind is a hundred times inferior to him.

"I'm just discussing the matter. I want number 10." James took some snacks on the table and ate them, including French fries and fried fish, which made Isco drool.

"Oh, that's it, you have to work hard." When Isco talked to him, his eyes were on his hands, and his mouth swallowed.James was amused, and deliberately ate slowly, and the food was delicious.

James thought of Isco's back number "22", which is not a very famous number.If Isco is more ambitious, he should aim for No. 6 or No. 8.Those are the numbers of Nacho and Kroos in the team, and the short legs probably won't be able to grab these two.

When he spoke again, he took a comforting tone and pulled Isco's hair with his hand, "No. 22 is also good, you don't have to be too inferior, as long as you play well, no matter what number you are, everyone like you."

Isco feels that sooner or later he will pull him bald if this goes on. He doesn't want to have the head coach's hairstyle. And, and! "Why do I feel inferior? I am number 22, a very good number."

Short-sighted, no ambition.

James pinched his face, "Idiot."

"You are the idiot." Isco whispered, "Real Madrid's No. 10 is a cursed number. Whoever wears it will be in a bad state. It has become an unsolved mystery in football. Really, you see There are so many No. 10s back and forth. Since 2005, after the Figo era ended, Real Madrid bought Robinho, Sneijder, Las Diarra, Ozil, and now Ronaldo. Pretty good player, right? When you wear this number, you're in a slump. Listen to me..."

As Isco spoke, he was a little sincere.

James interrupted him, "How many years?"

"It's been 10 years."

"No, I mean, since 2005?" James touched his chin, which happened to be the time he joined Real Madrid.

James' career in Real Madrid can also be said to be smooth.As soon as he came, he got the midfielder core number 10, and scored two goals on the opposite side in the first game. Later, he became the golden boot of that season and led the team to achieve good results. Although he failed to win the Champions League, he It also won the league championship and the Copa del Rey.In the second and third seasons, they directly collected the six crowns and called Shenlong.Later, although the team was not in a good state due to turmoil, they basically won the Champions League or the domestic league championship every year. They rubbed Barcelona and Atletico Madrid on the floor every year, and there was no time when the state was in a downturn.

In the end, James made a decision, not because Real Madrid's No. 10 was cursed at all, but because the No. 10 they chose was simply inferior to him.

Allen also said to James: "The number 10 is strictly counted, and there is really no good luck. Real Madrid's ace number has never been number 10."

James ignored it, and instead said to Isco: "When I wear this number, all the curses will be broken. I am the one chosen by God."

Isco shook his head, "You have read too many hot-blooded comics. Why don't you wait, wait another three or four years, when you will be 20 years old, your age and physical condition are just right, you will definitely be able to get it at that time Cristiano Ronaldo's No. 7."

"Why should I take No. 7? I don't like No. 7, I like No. 10." James said, "I want to be a core."

Isco said: "The core of Real Madrid is No. 7."

James looked at him with stupid eyes, and Isco's mind quickly turned, fearing that he had indeed said something stupid and done something stupid.Isco's head was smoking, but he didn't think of any real hammer. Instead, he scared himself and found something to offend James.

Finally, James said slowly, "But number 10 is my lucky number. I'm a Leo."

Isco sat stiffly.

With such an innocent, pure and lovely face, he does such cunning, sinister, cruel and hateful things, he's still a Leo, obviously a Gemini!The farthest distance in the world is where I am conspiring here, and you are naively thinking about horoscopes over there.

In the end, Isco said: "I don't have any research on constellations, as long as you are happy."

James pinched his stomach with a smile, "Don't be so loveless, be happy, huh? What is your zodiac sign, tell me, let me see if we are compatible." He rubbed his head rub him.

The two were talking, laughing and fighting together, and they were all seen by caring people.

Marcelo, who looked at the two of them from a distance, thought for a long time, and finally said, "It seems that Samoyed and Corgi are playing together."

"...It's really similar." Morata smiled and glanced at Ronaldo. "When Allen and Isco are together, he feels a lot more relaxed. He likes to play with Isco."

When Ronaldo's "brother control" attribute broke out, he was going to grab Alan back and tie him to his side, and was pushed back by the people around him.

"Let them play, children, they need to play more to grow up."

"Isco is his own, don't worry."

"Didn't you see Alan smiling happily?"

Ronaldo said, "Haven't you noticed that Allen has learned badly now? Look at his movements of touching his face and stomach. How skilled he is. It must have been taught by Isco. He was such a simple child before. You see Look what he's doing now."

I don't know when Ronaldo sat back next to Ronaldo and nodded seriously. "He touched me." Ronaldo touched Casemiro's shoulder twice to signal, "Like this."

Casemiro had goosebumps all over his body, and said firmly, "This is definitely taught by Isco."

Ronaldo was very angry, "I'll go and bring him back."

"Forget it, he's a boy too. Can you control him for the rest of his life?" Ramos was very relaxed, remembering the last time Allen entered the fan crowd and was kissed by a male fan, instead he persuaded c Luo, "Just let him stay with Isco. Isco doesn't dare to do anything. He won't suffer, but he can learn a lot."

"Learn what?"

Ramos raised his eyebrows, "Oh, no, Cristiano, don't you know?"

C Luo said "Oh", stood up, and said, "I'll just learn from the witch in the fairy tale book, build a tall building, and lock him up."

Ramos said: "Then he must have long, long hair and put a ladder down."

Ronaldo glanced at Marcelo, the top hairstylist in the team, and Marcelo nodded eagerly as if he had been called by a mission. Ronaldo sneered, and announced domineeringly: "Then his hairstyle is only bald and bald!"