The years I played football at Real Madrid

When I went to look for the crybaby, it was about 7 o'clock in the afternoon. I heard that he hadn't come out. I was afraid that he would commit suicide in the dormitory. Yes, autistic and weak children always have news about this. I don't want this news to have anything to do with me.

The dormitories of Real Madrid’s youth training are indeed very good. The decorations in some places are not cold, but a little warm. Maybe this can also make those children who are far away from their parents and hometown less nervous?

The staff kept beeping to me about the benefits of Real Madrid's youth training, repeatedly reminding me of the small place I came from.He also pointed to the carpet at the door, saying that the young players living here can choose the carpet they like, which is the embodiment of the individuality of the young players.

I found the crybaby's room through the staff, which is a carpet of blue sky, white clouds and little birds.After knocking on the door for a long time, no one answered. I opened the door with the key and saw that there was no one. There was a pot of cactus at the front door.

I asked the staff, "Does the cactus at the door have any special meaning?"

The staff stammered and said, "This, this doesn't make much sense."

I think it has meaning, and the meaning is that this crybaby doesn't welcome me in.

I walked over slowly, he was not crying anymore, his eyes were swollen as big as walnuts, red, he looked at me pitifully, and said stubbornly, "Ledondo still wants me."

This time I can go back and tell David with certainty that others are possible, but this crybaby has been completely brainwashed by Barcelona, ​​and he probably won’t be able to switch to Real Madrid, so don’t waste energy on him, just let him go Bar.

But when I looked at him, I couldn't help but soften my heart.

I knelt down in front of him and lightly touched his knee, "Hey, do you want to call Redondo? I have his number."

"Yes." The crybaby wiped his eyes, "But, will it disturb Redondo?"

I said, "No, he is alone anyway, he has nothing to do at this time, and he is probably watching some boring TV series again."

I have a pretty good personal relationship with Redondo. In the national derby, you can kill each other. After the end, you can go to a bar to chat for a while. I admire his courage to go all the way to the dark. He must also admire me. Absolute strength to score goals every time.

Redondo answered the phone quickly, and I told him that his kid missed him, and Redondo smiled understandingly, "You made people cry?"

How can I admit it and accuse him, "What kind of children are you sending here, crying and crying! They are too small, childish and timid, so annoying!"

The crybaby sniffed, so I quickly changed my words and said, "He's not bad at playing football, he's quick to respond, where did you find him..."

The crybaby stretched out his hand in front of me and said bluntly, "I want to talk to Redondo."

I clicked my tongue and had to hand him the phone.

Crybaby and Redondo stopped crying after calling, but their voices were a little hoarse, and they would twitch occasionally, presumably crying hard.I really can't understand why he loves to cry so much. When I think back to when I was a child, I basically can't think of a time when I shed tears. No matter how bitter, painful or hungry, I just frowned.What's the use of crying?Who will pity you?

Seeing that he was uncomfortable talking, I brought him a bottle of water. The crybaby glanced at me, took the water anyway, and drank a few gulps.He wiped his mouth and handed me the drink of water again.I took it and put it aside, watching him call.

The staff looked like they had seen a ghost.

"...uh...uh...it's all good, everyone treats me very well...and get used to...eating habits...ok, okay...uh..." The crybaby obediently responded to Old Madam Redondo He seemed to be caring, and then he didn't know what he heard. He glanced at me and said, "No."

Say no when you see me?I was very angry, and told him fiercely, "Hurry up and finish, don't waste my phone bill."

The crybaby trembled, as if he was frightened by me, and then he held the phone tightly, as if he had gained a little courage from Redondo in the air, and said, "Don't kill me."

"Huh? What's wrong with me? What can you do?" I laughed at him.

The crybaby said: "I also have a brother who is two years younger than me. Redondo said that if I am not happy here, I can send my brother to La Fabrica to accompany me."

"Is Redondo using Real Madrid as a nursery?" I was going crazy, looking at the crybaby, "Hey, are you threatening me?"

The crybaby looked at me aggrieved and pitifully. I had no choice but to sit there motionless.

After a long time, it was dark outside, and the crybaby finished talking with Redondo on the phone... The main reason is that my phone is out of battery.He reluctantly gave me the phone, and Redondo still had a few words to say to me. "James, are you there?"

I let out a breath, "I'm going to be gone soon. Tell me, what else do you want to tell me?"

Redondo smiled slightly, "Dude, we are working together to achieve great things! Listen to me, you also think that Louis's talent is very good, right? Anyway, he is the child with the best talent I have ever seen in my life. , I really hope he is my own son... Have you seen it? His spirituality in playing football is simply a gift from God. He will be the future king of football! Neither you nor I can reach that height, But we can develop him together, you're a front line bully, scoring goals is as easy as drinking water for you, he's on your side, you can teach him a lot, make him a perfect…"

"Wait, I taught him, and then you took him to Barcelona? Thank you, I hope you still remember that I will be a Real Madrid star after I retire." I laughed, "Do I look like the Virgin Mary?"

Redondo said, "But, James, he will be a king."

I looked at the face of this future football champion who was in a mess crying, and thought that such a football champion should not be worth mentioning.

"To be honest, I really don't see any amazing talent in him. He is just a child. In Brazil, there are a lot of such children for free. He just reacts a little faster. In terms of physical coordination, he is just a kid. Not so good, and I feel that his mental growth is a bit worrying. A football champion should not only play well, but also lead the team to victory. Your crybaby can only lead a class of kindergarten The kid is crying."

Redondo interrupted me suddenly: "You take him home to live for a while, just treat it as a favor to me, how about it?"

"I still want to live until I retire." I flatly rejected him.

After 10 minutes, I pointed to the football in the crybaby's hand, "This is not allowed to be brought into my house. It is old and old. There are many footballs in my house."

"But this is a relic from my father," said the crybaby. "Let me take it? Please."

"...Okay then." I compromised again.

On the way I took him back, I kept regretting my bad intentions this time. I wanted to throw this crybaby out of the car several times. It may be that Redondo said something to the child. We left together, no matter how I "inadvertently" scared him, he just looked at me in horror and aggrieved, with tears in his eyes, if he couldn't get rid of them, he just didn't say that he wouldn't come with me.

I couldn't go back on what I said, so I had to bite the bullet and take him home.

He was very obedient at this time, knowing that he obediently took off his shoes before stepping on the floor of my house, but he didn't wear socks, and he just stepped on the cold ground with his bare tattered feet.

I look at him.

He shrank his toes a little awkwardly.

"The slippers are over there. There are spare ones. You can choose them yourself." I said, "Is there anything you should not eat? Dinner is coming soon, and I have a cold, so I need something light."

The crybaby breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I will eat anything if there is no taboo."

I smiled, "Like me."

He searched for a pair of the oldest shoes and put them on, then walked lightly into the living room and sat down in the corner, not in the middle of the sofa, but by the arm of the sofa.

Generally, this kind of well-behaved child, either has a good tutor, or has a miserable childhood.Looking at his body that is thinner than his peers and his pair of rotten feet, I can basically conclude that this kid may not have a good background. I drew a frame for myself in my heart and tried not to mention his background and family in the future. Ah or something.

He has just arrived, so I must make arrangements for him.Fortunately, my room here is relatively large, and it is more than enough for a child to live in.

"What kind of room do you like?" I asked him.

He said, "Let there be light."

"Like light?"

"Yeah." He glanced at me carefully, "I think I can see the sun shining on me when I wake up in the morning."

"There is a room next to me, with floor-to-ceiling windows and a balcony, and a skylight to watch the stars. You can live there."

I don’t live here with outsiders, so I use mine for the time being. Mine has been used for a few years. It’s a bit old, and there’s a patch on it, but it’s often changed and washed. It smells like it’s been dried in the sun, and it’s fluffy and soft. .After I made it, the crybaby fell in love with that bed immediately, and his eyes lit up.

Just one thing, I don't have pillows here.I'm used to sleeping without a pillow.

However, children are still growing up, will it be bad for the development of the cervical spine if they don't sleep on pillows?I thought about it and decided to buy him a new set of bedding tomorrow.Although it is a bit of a waste, but in front of the Barcelona people, I can't look too stingy, can I?

"There is no pillow at night, so you will fold your clothes and sleep, and I will buy you new ones tomorrow." I said.

"no, I'm fine."

"If you don't sleep on a pillow, you won't grow taller."

"Really?" He looked at my height, a little hesitant.

I said, "How old are you?"

"I'm 16," he said.I stretched out my hand to measure it, and guessed that his height might be a bit high in the future, so I couldn't help but sighed, "Forget it, I don't know how long you will stay with me, anyway, you must drink two glasses of milk every day when you are here, Do you know? If you don’t drink, you don’t want to live with me, go to the next door, and the next door is the top card of Atletico Madrid. Redondo gave you to me, and it’s the same if I give you to Atletico Madrid, do you hear me?”

He looked at me, his eyes were red.

I felt that I was talking too much, so I coughed and muttered, "Why isn't dinner ready yet?" and walked out.

The kitchen helper said dinner was ready, so I took the crybaby and sat down to eat.Dinner was Spanish paella with a little fish soup. It tasted good. I ate it very well. Seeing that crying ghosts also eat Xilihulu, it should taste like him.

"Is it a habit to eat in La Fabrica?" I asked him.

He said honestly: "The nutritionist prepares some foods that are suitable for my body. Although the taste is not very good, it is also for the sake of my health. I eat all of them every time."

I smiled, "When I was your age, I ate in the team cafeteria, and I had to order another one after I ate one. Later, the chefs knew my appetite, and the plates they gave me were bigger than others. Some." I compared him to a size.

"Were you already strong then?" he asked.

"Oh, that's not true." I thought about it, "At that time, I was still relatively thin, and I was taking the route of speed and dexterity. No one could overtake my car. Haha, the [-]-meter record I created at that time is still still there. No one can break it."

I was chatting with him about the glory days when the doorbell rang.

I opened the door and saw that Cyril's pink and blue shirt hadn't been buttoned a few times, one hand was on the door frame, the other was flicking his bangs, and there was a rose in his mouth, evil and coquettish, Airy, romantic and suave.

But when Cyril saw that there were still people following me, he was so shocked that the roses in his mouth dropped.