The years I played football at Real Madrid

"Cyril, tell me, are you Portuguese people so arrogant and complacent?" I said angrily, "At least we Brazilians will say sorry if we 'accidentally' kicked someone else. What about you? ?”

Cyril said, "I'm probably an exception."

Cyril sat up blushing. He probably felt embarrassed. He stared at me angrily. He didn't want me to put on sunscreen for him. He wiped it on by himself before going into the sea.

I also like swimming, but not with a man who is much fitter than me.Because then everyone will like that outstanding man more because of my foil, and I will be belittled a lot more.

I'm obviously not that fat... Who would have thought that Real Madrid were all male models.

Cyril swam around, thought of me again, and called me back.

I said: "You can swim by yourself, I am not very convenient these days."

Cyril looked down at me in horror, as if thinking that I was on my period.I looked at him gloomyly, "Are you thinking too much?"

"Okay, I know. I won't make random guesses." Cyril said, "Isn't it too wasteful for you to change your swimming trunks and not come down for a lap? James, I heard that you swim very well, but I think you can't compete with me. I like swimming since I was a child. When I was a child, I soaked in the river in front of my house every day in the summer. I only grew a tail. Do you dare to compare with me? Right here, the two of us Compete."

He seems to be looking for his own death.

I smiled slightly, "Okay, any bets?"

"Whoever loses will be responsible for the evening's dinner."

"You've lost." I said firmly.

I warmed up and walked slowly into the sea.The water here is not clear, because it is near the sea, but it is better than clean, and there are no intrusions such as jellyfish.The water is slightly cool, but the sun is very hot, and it is very comfortable after entering the water.

It is said that human beings like to be close to water, because they grew up in their mother's amniotic fluid when they were young, and they have a natural sense of closeness to water.

Indeed, soaking in water is a kind of relaxation.No wonder many players like to go to the seaside for vacation when they are on vacation, because this is indeed a good way to relax.

Cyril came thumping and circling around me. "Do you want me to wash it for you? Shall I water you?"

He picked up a handful of seawater and poured it on my shoulders.He was taller than me, and looked at me with a smile. I couldn't refuse him, so I had to let him play on me.

"James, what's going on here on your shoulder blade? There's a hole."

"Oh, I got into fights with others when I was young."

"You also have a scar on the back of your neck. How did you get it?"

"Oh, it was a long time ago. In the Premier League, I overcharged and cut my neck on the wire on the edge of the door frame."

"Then here you are..."

I can be 100% sure that he tricked me into the water for something else.I grabbed his hand, "Didn't you say you want to swim, why are you pointing at me?"

Cyril stammered and said, "I just want to see you more."

"Look at what I do?"

"You look good."

I am very speechless, he is not a fool, right? "These scars are small wounds. They are all healed now. They don't hurt at all. In fact, they didn't hurt much at the time. I don't feel pain very much. Sometimes blood can make me more excited. You should look at me. In the UEFA Champions League game against Manchester United in 12, after Bruce knocked me down, his twin brother Owen's shoe studs kicked me in the side of the face-this is here-I was bloody on the face, but I felt very excited , as if there is infinite power in my body. When we were 10 against 11 and one goal short, I scored the winning goal and helped the team come back smoothly. You don’t know, those two little bastards of Manchester United saw I charged with blood all over my face, as if I saw a ghost and was frightened, haha..."

"I was there," Cyril said.

"Ok?"

"You are amazing." Cyril said, "That's when I started admiring you."

I was a little sweet in my heart, looked at him, and Cyril said, "In addition, Bruce and Owen are my two older brothers, biological."

So... I just called Cyril's two older brothers 'little bastards'?Can I take back that swear word?I must have a funny expression on my face, because Cyril laughed all of a sudden, "It's okay, it's okay, that's what I said about them. Since I was a child, I knew that my partner bullied me, and because I was older than me, they bullied me badly. You clean up When they were there, I especially admired you."

I knew how handsome I was at that time, but if I looked better, someone would definitely propose to me on the spot.

I said, "Didn't you come from Real Madrid's youth training? Why did your brother go to Manchester United?"

Cyril said: "The two of them also came from Real Madrid's youth training. Later, they failed to play in the Real Madrid first team and went to Manchester United. Me too, I was also loaned to the Italian Fiorentina team."

I haven’t looked carefully at these past histories. Generally, when looking at player profiles, I always go directly to his various statistics and some game videos. Basically, I can have a rough judgment on this player. .After one game, I can beat him in the second game.

No one is worth my effort to study from beginning to end, because I have beaten all the invincible players in the world.

But I looked at Cyril, thought about it, and decided to go back and take a good look at Cyril's information, so as not to have such a stupid thing scolding his relatives again next time.

He leaned against me quietly, "James, why am I not as good as you? If I were as good as you, you would have an opponent, and you wouldn't be alone like you are now. You are a genius, a unique genius, no People can be compared to you. But I am just a mediocre ordinary person, what should I do to be worthy of you?"

I often hear other people's compliments, but Cyril's praise of me still makes me a little at a loss.Well, I'm still a little embarrassed.

Am I really that good?

Maybe three years ago, I could still pat my chest and say that no one in the world can match me, that I am invincible, and that I am the best in the world.But it’s not going to work now, I have to accept the old age, and I have to see the reality clearly.If I'm so good that I'm invincible, why didn't I get the Ballon d'Or?

Ballon d'Or - awarded to the best and most outstanding one in football that year.

From the age of 16 to the age of 36 this year, I have worked hard for so many years, and I have not even been able to touch the bottom of its trousers.

"You don't need to belittle yourself." I said with a smile, "You are still young and have great talent. After a few more years, you will be able to support Real Madrid. At that time...you can show me a Golden Globe Award .”

Cyril said: "You still have a chance this year. We won the league championship and the Champions League in the first half of the year, and you are still the Golden Boot. What are you afraid of? I think your chances of winning are much greater than those who finished second."

I smiled, "There is also a European Cup champion this year. The prestige of the Little World Cup is much greater than the America's Cup I won."

"But you are so good, no one can deny this, just ask any child, he will know your name, and he will know that you are the most powerful player in the world."

I didn't want to talk about this topic anymore, so I smiled and said, "Shall we swim around?"

Cyril swam up to me. "James."

I said: "Whoever wins the Golden Globe, it won't be me anyway. I can't get it, no matter what honor I get, no matter how many goals I scored and how many records I broke that year, the Golden Globe of that year The Ballon d'Or can't be me. I'm already bearish. Cyril... Let's not talk about this, okay? Honestly, I'll tell you the truth, the Ballon d'Or has become my nightmare, but I can't win it Well, I'm about to retire soon, I still can't get it, Cyril, I will... feel a little sad."

Cyril said immediately: "Let's not talk about this."

I kissed his eyes.

He hugged my waist, arms hard, hugged me, strangled me.

At that moment, I really felt warm, really, when Cyril hugged me, I felt very warm.I have no family, and no one gave me such a meticulous hug, comforting me quietly, as if I was protected and cared for in my heart.

I'm not a monster, my heart is also made of flesh, I know it's cold and it hurts.It's great to be treated with such tenderness.

If I had known that having a little boyfriend was so comfortable and comfortable, I should have fallen in love a long time ago!

"Okay, okay, shall we swim?" I asked him with a smile.He gladly dived into the water.

We swim together, but we don’t compete for No.1. We swim slowly and lazily. He swims in front and I’m next to him. Sometimes when I get close to him, I grab him or kick him. Then the two of us quarreled again, and continued to swim after the quarrel was over. Cyril gradually lost his strength and begged me for mercy.

"I'm begging for mercy, I'm begging for mercy, okay? You won. I'm yours." His lips were on the part of my neck, and his warm breath made me feel a little distracted.

I turned my neck and grabbed him, "Okay then, you prepare dinner. Come on, let's go ashore."

Cyril still wants to make trouble with me, I don't want to make a fool of myself here, "Okay, okay, go back, let's talk in the room."

Cyril smiled and nodded, the look in his eyes caught my heart like a pair of hooks. "You said, let's go back to the room. James, can I kiss you when I go back? I want to kiss you."

I pushed him, "Let's go, go ashore, we'll talk when we go back."

Cyril said: "I still want to have a chat with you. I have everything ready, all set, and put it in the bedside table. We can go back and..."

I thought about it and nodded, "Okay. You prepare dinner to feed me first, and then at night, I will... feed you."

Cyril blushed and coughed, "No problem."