The years I played football at Real Madrid

Spoiler - "Alan"

In the end, James still couldn't bear Cyril who knocked over the vinegar jar, and named his son "Alan".

Although he has never seen Alan in another world, he heard another "self" describe him as a very well-behaved, obedient, even a little timid child with blond hair and blue eyes, very good-looking, very sensible, very good.But—his son "Alan" has shown amazing destructive power and mischief talent since he was just over one year old.

How can this match "Alan"?

James was lying on the hospital bed, staring blankly at "Alan" jumping on his lap. Although it was not heavy, it hurt to jump around, especially when he stepped on a little bit of flesh.A few times he hissed in pain, Cyril not only did not comfort him and took pity on him to take little "Alan" away, but even laughed out loud.

"The person you love the most is not me anymore." James said angrily, "You used to always put me first."

Cyril shrugged his shoulders, "Of course, of course, I love you the most. Just let my son dance for a while, to exercise his short legs, so as not to look like you in the future."

"You really don't love me anymore."

"Hahaha, love, love."

Little "Alan" got tired of playing in a short time, lay on James' lap, and yawned sleepily.Children doze off a lot, and sleep when they say sleep.

James just poked him and woke him up.

Little "Alan" looked at him in a daze, turned his face away, and continued to sleep.

Seeing that he was unmoved, James gently pinched his small arm with the tip of his nails, and Cyril saw the hand that hit James directly.

"What are you doing, why are you playing with your son?" Cyril gave him an annoyed look, "You are a father, you have to do a good job of being a father."

Of course, the purpose of having a baby is to use it for fun, not for playing, what fun is there?

James hesitated and said, "This name doesn't suit him, or should we change it?"

Cyril was even more displeased, "Why, is the name Alan the white moonlight in your heart? I always think that Alan is good, is my son not worthy of this name? And that Alan is just a figment of your imagination, you... "

"No, no, I don't have such a good imagination, that's what I... dreamed about."

Cyril looked at him.James has just woken up from a coma, his body is still a little weak, and he doesn't have the energy to speak, at least he needs to rest for a while.His head was covered with gauze, and the area where the operation was performed was shaved and the hair hasn't fully grown, so the hairstyle is almost unreadable now.After lying down for so long, he has also lost a lot of weight, and there is no flesh on his cheeks, only a little.His eyes were still so bright, so wild.

When James laughed, he was very sexy, forgive him for not being able to think of a better adjective.

He looked at James and suddenly felt desire.

"James, do you have me in your dreams?" Cyril asked him.

James nodded. Although the content of the dream was not very good, it was still a dream.That was James' worst nightmare, his darkest thought.If it wasn't for Cyril who insisted on calling him in his ear, it would be difficult for James to wake up.

"What did I look like in my dream?"

"Just... that's it." James said, "After I fell into a coma, I dreamed that you didn't come to me, and you never came. I was dying, and you still didn't come."

Cyril said quickly: "I love you, how could I not come? I will be by your side."

James smiled, "That's a dream after all. You are my reality."

Cyril put his hand on his arm, scraped the tip of his nails, and then squeezed them again. Both of them understood what it meant, and Cyril pretended that he didn't mean that, "Look, you've lost a lot of weight."

James didn't regain his physical strength, and his body didn't want to, but his heart was itchy.He smiled at Cyril, "Come here, let me touch you."

Cyril bit his lower lip and approached James, James' hands immediately got into his clothes, the warm touch touched Cyril's fiery skin, the numb feeling as if he had been electrocuted made James startled, maybe It's been too long since I've been intimate, so I really want it.He looked at Cyril, who was panting slightly with red eyes, and tightly pinched the corner of the quilt with his hands.

James' hand brushed against Cyril's waist, and Cyril snorted, ambiguously.

All is ready except for the opportunity.

Just as James was going to hug him and kiss him... "Alan" on his lap burst into tears.It turned out that James accidentally crushed the child just now.

The child cried loudly, and Cyril hurried to hug him and coax him softly.

All the atmosphere was completely destroyed.

James covered his head with a headache.

He should have known earlier that this son was here to collect debts.The child is a big stumbling block in the life of the couple, a stumbling block on the road to happiness, Satan, and the devil.

James is a "veteran" after all, even if he can still struggle for a year or two, what's the point?He didn't want to continue running around anymore. After recovering, he simply hung up his boots and retired, staying at home to be a qualified househusband. After all, he and Cyril still have a child to take care of. Cyril is now at the pinnacle of his football career. Can be looked after by James.

As for why the two lived together after James retired.

James’ explanation was that he and this child hit it off and considered him his godson. That’s right, “Alan” said to the public that he was Cyril’s child, and Cyril was a playboy. Who knows who the child’s mother is, anyway, the child belongs to Cyril now Already.Poor James didn't have a child all his life. He was jealous when he saw it, and raised other people's children as if they were his own.

Everyone agrees with what he said.

In private, everyone actually agrees with Cyril's statement.

Cyril said that he had a one-night stand and had a child afterwards, but the mother of the child came to the door and unexpectedly looked like James. After some investigation, he was surprised to find that the mother of the child turned out to be the biological sister of James who had been lost for many years. The matter was not announced to the public, but unfortunately, the woman died of dystocia and hemorrhage during childbirth.James and his two brothers and sisters have no other relatives. There is no way, James can only treat this child as his own.

Everyone believed it, and they were very curious about the appearance of sister James.

Cyril made it up on the spot, and where he couldn't make it clear, he presumed that he didn't remember it.

But the teammates around him would not let him go, even the head coach was eagerly waiting for him to explain, without any intention of making decisions for him.

"It's privacy, privacy!"

"I didn't ask you the details, just asked you if she looks like James?"

Cyril could only make up his mind, "Yes, of course my brothers and sisters are similar."

Everyone made a "Hey Hey Hey" sound, looking at him as if they were looking at a warrior.

Cyril said: "The lights were too dim that night, I couldn't see clearly, so..."

Everyone made a sound of "ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"s, looking at him a little gloating.

Lambert was a little confused, "Your son doesn't look like a mixed race, and he doesn't look like James."

David interrupted him, "Maybe she is not from the same father and mother as James. It is normal to have some differences. If you look at the energetic and lively little "Alan", you can tell that she is related to James at a glance. By the way, about his sister... James didn't break your leg? Cyril?"

"No, no, it's just a little angry, but he can understand that it's all adults, it's nothing. So it's very good for my son now."

"No, didn't you say it was James' son before?" Lambert was very serious, "Why did you say it was your son when James woke up?"

"...I didn't know before." Cyril said, "James said it was his child at first, and when he woke up, he said it was mine. I, I don't know, you can ask him."

Lambert wanted to ask again, but Little Rose squinted her eyes, looking sharp and beautiful. "Are you an American policeman? In charge of so many things?"

Lambert smiled at Little Rose, and said nothing more.

In the afternoon, James came to visit the prison with little "Alan" on his shoulder... No, when he came to visit his teammates, everyone became more curious about the little guy's appearance than ever before.

"Dad." He called Cyril, and Cyril was sweating all over, and he came to hug him after washing his hands and face.

Everyone was very disappointed, there was nothing like James on the face of little "Alan".

"Did you behave well today?"

Little "Allen" said, "It's very good. I finished all the food PaPa fed me."

Cyril looked at James, and James laughed and said, "Then he climbed down the stairs by himself while I wasn't paying attention, and fell like a shit."

Little "Alan" was very angry.

Cyril talked to James again, and James couldn't help Cyril's nagging, so he could only squat down condescendingly and apologize to little "Alan".Little "Alan" rejected his apology and retaliated against him, "The beautiful brother next door sat at our house all afternoon, they chatted happily, and then went upstairs with PaPa to talk about things, I waited It's been a long time..."

James covered little "Alan"'s mouth.

Cyril was so angry that he concealed it, and glared at James.James was stuttering and flustered, and he couldn't organize his words.

He just wants to go to Atletico Madrid as an assistant coach temporarily, and ask about the gossip in Atletico Madrid's top locker room in advance, and now he can't explain it clearly.

This son is really here to collect debts - no, he is a loan shark.

Time goes by fast.

It's finally a holiday, and James and Cyril are preparing to mess around in bed.

They are all too busy.James is busy with his coaching career, and Cyril is also busy with his football career. If it weren't for the Madrid derby last night, they wouldn't have time to get together and mess around.

Cyril changed into a white shirt with nothing underneath.

James got the straps to bind him.

The door was knocked.

Little "Alan" is already 8 years old and fully understands the benefits of money.He cleared his throat. "Give me the money, I want to buy sugar. If you don't give me the money, keep knocking on the door."

Cyril blushed like a tomato, and hurried to put on his pants. James hugged him from behind, kissed his neck, and stopped him from moving.

Give money to eliminate disasters, give money to eliminate disasters!

James took a deep breath, took out a 5 Euro card from his wallet, and stuffed it through the crack of the door, "I'll buy you all afternoon and don't bother me. If I'm hungry, I'll go to the next door to find my pretty brother."

Little "Alan" readily accepted and said, "Another 1 Euro, and I won't knock on the door tomorrow morning."

James stuffed another 1 Euro out.

"Cheerful. Thank you, PaPa!" Little "Allen" ran away with the money.

Again, this son is not here to repay the favor, nor is he here to collect debts, he is collecting usury!