The years I played football at Real Madrid

j.m diary:

"These days I have a bit of a cold, I have been coughing a lot, and the training is just a simple warm-up. The training volume is not very large. I can usually go home and rest in the afternoon. Today is particularly serious, and I even have symptoms of tinnitus and dizziness. .

David cared about me very much. He bought some fruits, milk and eggs for me to eat and let me take good care of them.

Every year in December, I always feel weak for a period of time. Sometimes I have a fever, and sometimes I have a cough. Anyway, this period of time is relatively fragile. This is also the time of the year when other teams can finally turn around , everyone is looking forward to this day!However, such a happy time is also very short, and in about a week, I can become the invincible Godzilla of the universe again.

David said earnestly: "Go to bed early at night, and remember not to turn the temperature of the air conditioner down too low. If you feel cold, you need to wear clothes." He shook his head, "Well, when you are young, you can't take care of yourself... What can you do when you are old? Do it."

old?

If one day I am old?

My heart seemed to be poked by something cold. It didn't hurt, but it didn't feel good either.I was full of this sentence in my mind, and I was drowsy, said something casually, and sent him away.

The house was cold, so I turned on all the lights, then turned up the temperature of the air conditioner, and dragged a thick blanket to cover myself.

"Cough cough cough" I coughed for a while, and my throat was dry and itchy. I knew it was a manifestation of throat inflammation, but I am a football player by profession, so I can't take those anti-inflammatory drugs casually. The sports medicine expert I invited gave me Prescribed medicine, but it seems to have no effect, the effect is slow and the taste is unpalatable.

My throat is itchy and I want to drink water.

I sat up again, the golden retriever I raised was lying quietly at my feet, he looked at me, and I looked at him, his eyes were very soft and warm, at that moment, I felt He seems to be spiritual, I whispered to him slowly, "Go, puppy, go and pour me a glass of water. Daddy loves you."

The golden retriever lifted its thick mouth, then turned its head aside in disdain, lay down and went back to sleep.

I sighed, feeling like my fatherly heart had turned to shit.

I hesitated for a long time and kept coughing, but finally I couldn't help getting up and pouring myself a glass of water.At this time, I suddenly heard the doorbell ringing.Who is the one?David?David just left.coach?No, he won't come here?my agent?There is nothing worthy of his visit recently.Hiss... who the hell?

I coughed twice, and was about to move over a little bit, and then the door opened.

The door just opened? !

I stared at the door dumbfounded, wondering if my door is still voice-activated?Why don't I know it myself?

It was Cyril who came in. He glanced at me and felt very embarrassed. He scratched his head and held a key in his hand. When he saw me stepping on the floor with bare feet, his eyes widened. Wake up? Come on, go back to the sofa, the floor is cold."

I said, "My house has floor heating."

Cyril snorted, changed his home shoes slowly, and came to my side, he explained: "David asked me to come and take care of you, he still has a wife and children to take care of, so he can't come to you, just right I am healthy and alive, so let me come here. He also told me about the key under the flower pot at the door. I know you don’t like being disturbed by outsiders in your life, but you are sick and need someone to accompany you at this time. We all just want you to get well soon."

He obviously has already thought out his lines, and he has already figured out how to respond when I reject him.

I wanted to laugh, but coughed again.

He helped me to lie down, wrapped me tightly in a blanket, and then went to get me a glass of warm water. "Drink some water? Are you coughing badly? I saw you didn't move much during training this morning. I'm very worried about you."

I drank water, and finally my throat didn't feel so uncomfortable, and I felt very comforted when I heard his heart-warming words again. The eldest son is indeed much more reliable than the dog son.

"Do you have a dog? Where's your cat? I haven't seen her for a long time. Is she okay?" Cyril seemed to be afraid that I would drive him away, so he sat down next to me as if chatting about family affairs, and even stroked the golden retriever The dog's head said, "This dog looks really good-looking."

I ignored the silly dog ​​who didn't bark when strangers came, and talked about my cat, "She went out, she went out for three days, and she took her son out with her, and I don't know where it is I went to the wild, and I don’t even know how to go home.”

Seeing that I didn't try to drive him out, Cyril quickly put a cautious smile on his face, and asked me again: "I heard that you get sick once a year at this time? What's the reason? Have you had a doctor check it? So strong, I thought you would never get sick. However, it’s good to rest for a few days, you can’t play football all the time, the load on your body is too great.”

I asked him: "Are you not afraid of being infected by me when you come to see me? Then you won't be able to play, what will you do during the game?"

"There is nothing to do." Cyril said, "The team is not just the two of us."

"Barnett can't carry the burden of Real Madrid. I will feel more at ease with you."

Cyril knew what I meant to refuse, but he still said: "I just want to come and take care of you. I don't worry about you being at home by yourself. If my heart is full of sick you, then I won't be able to play seriously during the game. Maybe the loss will be even worse at that time, and I will be kicked 4-0 by Dortmund, and I will be shamed directly."

I sneered, "Being kicked 4-0 is not your problem, but our defense. Don't worry, if I lose to Dortmund, I can accept it."

I am so easy to talk, Cyril feels even more uneasy.

I said: "The problem is that 0! Dortmund's defense is not very good, why can't you score a goal? 4-1, at least it looks better."

Cyril responded, obviously not used to me being so peaceful today, touched the sofa where he was sitting nervously, and then stood up again, "Are you still thirsty? I'll bring you water."

I nodded and drank another glass of warm water he brought, and my throat felt better by this time.I smiled and said, "Come here, I'll lean on you, I feel a little cold."

Cyril sat up a little bit, pinched his fingers, and breathed lightly. His whole body was tense, as if he was guarding against a sudden punch from me.

I hug him.

Cyril was shocked, and said tremblingly, "Do you have a fever? Can I touch your forehead?"

"No." I just felt a sudden need for such a hug, and I pressed my face against his back to prevent him from seeing me, "Speak more, let me listen to the voice."

"...Oh, I, I said, what did I say? Um, like this, hiss... When I came over, I saw a small tree fell down by the roadside, and I thought it was quite strange. Why did it grow so well? It was down, so I stopped the car to take a look, but someone on the side of the road recognized me and insisted on my autograph. After I signed, he wanted to take a photo with him, and then I took a photo with him again. It was quite honest and honest. A middle-aged gentleman, he gave me an orange, I put it in the car, if you want to eat, I will bring it for you."

Cyril's voice carried the vigor and liveliness unique to young people, as if he could get a little bit of it when he got close.

I smiled, and he continued, "I don't know if you like oranges or not. I haven't observed your preference. Do you like oranges or apples?"

He also relaxed a lot during the rambling, and covered my hand with his palm. His palm was warm and dry, warmer than mine, and I almost hated the warmth.He smiled and asked me, "Do you have an oven at home? I can make pizza, and I'll make you dinner later, okay?"

He turned his face to look at me, breathing very close to me.

At this moment, I don't want to think about whether I might infect him with a cold, and I don't want to think about why he flatters me so much. I just think he is beautiful, with black curly hair and bright, wheat-colored complexion, and big eyes. , together with his eyebrows and eyelashes, are very beautiful, and his mouth is also very beautiful, I reached out and touched it, and he stopped talking.

I think that when I chose him in the first place, it is likely that his appearance also accounted for a large part of the proportion.

"James." He said my name, softly, and moved a little closer.

Any closer and our lips could touch each other, and I could smell his breath, his perfume, the wetness between his lips and teeth.

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, hugged his head and rubbed it hard, and hugged him again, then smiled and said, "I have a cold."

Cyril looked at me eagerly, as if he was smiling, but also as if he was looking at me seriously. "so what?"

I licked my dry lips and coughed again, "You are here to take care of me, so if you are obedient, just give me a hug."

He lay down next to me and hugged me back, "James, if I... I'm not your toy, I'm not your big dog, I'm a human being, a young man full of desire , we are all adults, so don't make any false excuses, be real. You are harassing me by hugging me, so you must be responsible for me. "

I reached in and touched the skin on his back, where the temperature was very high, and it was very comfortable to put my hand in.I touched his skin, from the back of the neck all the way down the spine, stroked, kneaded, and felt his strong back muscles on his broad back. His small waist was also tight and delicate, and even his waist There is also a nest at the lower part of the back.

Should be the waist?I heard that people with dimples are good at sex == love.

The cheekbones of Cyril's face were red.

He looked at me and I said, "I don't want to be responsible."

He seemed a little aggrieved and angry, but soon he made up his mind, "It's okay not to be responsible, just give me a hug, and I'll kiss you."

I grabbed his hair and told him ferociously, "I'm a little sick, so I warm my hands with you, nothing more. You don't have to do that girly way of kissing and hugging. You can choose to stay , or go, it’s okay, you can do whatever you want. Stay and lie down obediently. I’ll sleep well for a while. When I wake up, you can make dinner and leave after dinner.”

"It's not fair," he said.

I smiled, "I am fair. Daddy loves you."