[Football Fans] Glory

The day after the game, the Real Madrid team, except Guti, flew back to Madrid. They still have the last league game to play to end this season's journey.

Before leaving, the captains and Raul went to the hospital to see Guti as team representatives.

In last night's match, when Guti and Sammer collided and fell to the ground, their right wrist was folded back and crushed, resulting in a broken wrist. Fortunately, it was only a fracture rather than a broken bone. Does not affect kicking.

Fortunately, Real Madrid's advantage in the league is already obvious, even if they lose the last league game, it will not affect their winning the league championship.

"It's a pity you can't see the queue anymore."

According to the custom, the team that wins the league championship in advance can be welcomed by the opponents in line. Real Madrid's last game is the last game after winning the championship, so the opponents have to line up.

It’s just that the wrist injury doesn’t affect our return together, but the medical technology in Munich Hospital is top-notch after all, so my father decided to let Guti have a comprehensive examination here, and by the way avoid the pursuit of the media after returning home, Germans don’t gossip anymore There will be too much inquiring about Guti. After all, the German club won the championship. Now it is estimated that the German media are chasing Dortmund players!

"I'll watch the broadcast."

The facilities in the VIP ward are quite good, and you can watch satellite broadcast programs. Although there is a fee, the convenience of the VIP room is still there.

Raul sat on the chair by the bed, grimacing.

"Why, don't you want to go back?"

He took out an apple from the fruit plate on the table next to him and handed it over. Guti asked with a smile.

"Big trouble!"

Raul sighed.

His contrived expression made several teammates laugh.

Seeing Raul holding the apple and biting it, Guti frowned and showed a mocking expression, and Redondo came over to pick up another apple and peeled it.

His hands are very nimble, and the way his fingertips rest on the back of the knife with his head slightly lowered to peel the skin looks extraordinarily good-looking.

Ten seconds later, the peeled apple was handed to Guti, "Eat it!"

At this moment, Raul, who was nibbling the fruit, blinked his eyes before realizing it, his face turned red.

"Sure enough, the child is not good when he grows up."

Guti snorted twice, although the voice was not loud, the few people in front of him could have heard it.

Pfft, Enrique patted the bedpost and laughed.

Hierro couldn't help but smile too.

Raul blushed with anger, "Jose!"

"Don't be so loud, this is a ward."

Redondo gave Raul a look of disapproval.

Guti laughed until his stomach ached, "Raul, what do you want me to say about you, you are so funny."

In this life, Raul was taken under his wings before he experienced any blows and enjoyed the tolerance and doting of the whole team. The result seemed to magnify the innocent side of him that was originally hidden under the gentle and soft character. , the 20-year-old is still so childish, and the temperament that was tossed by Guti himself in the second stage of the junior team and the youth team is gone.

Seeing Raul being ridiculed and speechless, Hierro quickly smoothed things over, "Okay, okay, don't tease his Jose!"

"I didn't tease him."

Guti still laughed for a while before opening his mouth, "When you return to China, think about the media that will chase after you, how can he manage it like this."

In the past few years, Guti has always stood in the way of the media. Raul has not been pursued by the media too much. Raul only accepts interviews with the media designated by the club and his agent. Other surprise interview media did not get any information from Raul. When they were caught by surprise, Guti was usually by Raul’s side, and Guti would block questions, so Raul’s experience with the media There are many shortcomings.

They lost the final last night, and they will definitely be chased and questioned when they go back. Raul, an idiot, might be asked.

"I'll do what you said and say nothing."

Understanding his friend's concerns, Raul said frankly.

"madness."

Guti scolded.

Raul was puzzled, "Can't you?"

"Of course not."

This is the unanimous answer of several people.

Hierro sighed, it was Jose who took good care of Raul, how could he be so naive, "Raul, if someone catches you asking, you can't answer everything, if they ask why you lost , you have to say that although we performed well, Dortmund performed better and luckier, and if they ask..."

Listening to Hierro's on-site teaching, Guti shrugged, and Enrique looked at him mockingly, "It hurts?"

"Fortunately."

He was seriously injured twice within half a year, and he was unlucky for eight lifetimes. Guti shook his head.

Looking up at Enrique, Guti asked, "How did it feel when someone broke your nose in the '94 World Cup?"

Enrique was taken aback by his question, "That elbow? Probably because I was too excited during the game and didn't feel the pain, and I felt the pain afterwards."

"It doesn't hurt, you cow!"

Guti showed his thumb with his left hand.

After he injured his wrist last night, it hurt like hell. Enrique didn't feel any pain when his nasal bone was broken, man!

"Brat, you cried last night, didn't you!"

"No."

How can this be admitted, it must be firmly denied.

Enrique continued to laugh sinisterly, until Redondo coughed lightly before restraining himself.

Redondo leaned over and looked at the right hand hanging on his chest, "Be careful when we're not here, call the nurse if you need anything, and don't go out and run around."

"Know it!"

Bianzui listened to Redondo's instructions, "Come to see me after the game?"

"At that point you can already go back to Madrid, what do you do?"

Enrique scoffed.

Guti glared at him angrily, Redondo smiled, reached out and stroked Guti's short hair, "It's a bit long, it can be trimmed."

"Ok, I know."

Guti looked up at the gentle Redondo, and Redondo smiled and patted his head lightly, "I'm going back to Argentina as soon as the league is over, you must have returned to Madrid by then, I'll treat you to dinner!"

"Back to Argentina?"

Guti was stunned before he realized, "Is the America's Cup going to start again?"

"Yes."

Probably because of the good performance in the 95 Copa America, the Argentine coach Basile did not dismiss get out of class, but stayed on until now. If he can win the Copa America this time, maybe the coaching change in the 98 World Cup will not be staged, so Passare If Daniel Passarella is not the coach of the national team, there will be no haircut order for the Argentine national team, so...

Guti stared at Redondo with his blue eyes, then smiled slowly, "Then congratulate you for winning the America's Cup again!"

Hearing Guti's blessing, Redondo smiled softly, "Thank you!"

"Roberto and the others must be very sad."

Enrique laughed.

Guti gave him a white look, "Sad ass, you should go."

"It's time for us to go."

Enrique corrected his bad language, which made Guti even more annoyed, "Get lost."

Looking at the empty ward after they left, Guti shrank down, lay flat on his back on the bed, and sighed.

Sometimes fate is a gentle mother, making you feel her pity, and sometimes it is a crazy devil, making you feel ruthless cruelty.

What he could obviously do was the last step, which made him fall down, and watched helplessly as his opponent stepped on them and successfully climbed to the top.

That powerless despair made Guti's face hidden under the towel burst into tears.

But after crying, Guti was a little ashamed of his willful irritability. The goddess of fate treated him well enough. Few people could have the chance to live again. He was already lucky enough to stop being greedy.

It took such a long time to compete, but they failed to do it before, and the rest of the story is self-inflicted.

Also, the two goals of Hasler and Ricken were really beautiful.

"Goodie!"

Someone is calling him.

Guti, who was deep in thought, opened his eyes in a daze, looked around with a little emptiness, and then blinked twice before he saw the person coming.

"Hey~"

Sneered twice at Mathias Sammer, Guti gave him another look.

The serious German man looked at Guti's hanging hand, "It hurts?"

"What do you say?"

Guti sat up with his left hand, looked left and right, "Is there no gift for visiting the doctor?"

Summer sat down in silence, picked up a luggage bag from the ground and handed it over, "A gift."

Looking at the bag with the Borussia Dortmund team logo on it, Guti was a little crazy, "Give me a bag?"

"No, the gift is inside."

The German didn't understand why Guti had a frantic expression on his face, so he answered very seriously.

"Then can you open it for me!"

Guti pointed to his right hand angrily, "How do you let me zip with one hand."

Summer looked at his hand and then at the bag, "Here you are."

"I know!"

This is to surprise myself, but where can I find another hand to press the zipper?

Guti's resentful eyes made Samer quiet for a few seconds, then he stretched out his hand and swiped open the luggage bag, "Here for you."

He lowered his head, and saw that the black and yellow jersey inside was washed clean and sealed in a transparent bag. Then he flipped through it with his hands and there was a football at the bottom. The messy scratches on it seemed to be names.

"Jersey?"

"Yes, I made them sign it all."

Summer said seriously, "There is also that football, which was used for last night's match. It has the signatures of our entire team, including the signature of the coach, Mr. Heathfield."

"The starting 11?"

"No, it's the whole team."

Summer emphasized very seriously.

"You changed people last night."

Guti picks.

Somer paused for a moment, "It's all of the 18-man roster."

"That is to say, are the jerseys of all the personnel on the 18-man roster of your team last night here?"

"Yes."

There is really no way to joke with this rigid German, Guti rolled his eyes.

After saying this, the two looked at each other speechlessly.

Guti stared at him, Summer looked back at him, and no one spoke.

In the end, Guti couldn't help but spoke first, "What if I say that what I want most is Beckenbauer's jersey?"

Summer looked at him, "Ask him to help you?"

"What if I said I wanted the ones he wore to the game?"

Guti, who was arrogant and unreasonable, continued to argue.

Summer was silent. Even if he is the only successor of the football emperor himself, he does not have the jersey worn by the football emperor. The jersey worn by the emperor Bei in active service is hard to find now, but there are collections No one will sell them.

Of course Guti knew that he was messing around, but at this time he just wanted to be willful.

"I'll try my best to help you find it."

After being silent for a while, Summer said this.

When he said this, Guti was dumbfounded but quickly shook his head, "NONO, I was just joking, really just joking~~"

It was easy to dissuade Sammer, Guti sweated profusely, and the Germans really can't joke, they are too serious.

Of course, the worried Guti didn't notice the flash of a smile on Summer's face when he was ashamed.

Tianyin: Mingming Guti himself said that those who can play in the midfield are black-hearted, but he himself was fooled by others. Who can blame this!

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So, who is stupid!

14 (jump): That's because I'm so kind! ! !

The author has something to say: PS: Let Dong Ge brush to exist again, yes, the white rabbit is still missing, haha~~