The years I played football at Real Madrid

Ronaldo is not very happy, this is obvious, no matter how cautious Allen is and tries to please, Ronaldo still looks sullen.

It may be because Ronaldo is the youngest child in the family. He was born in a poor family. He is talented and willing to work hard to achieve what he is today. Therefore, Ronaldo is more proud, so proud that he is a little conceited, and he is too strict with himself. up.

Losing to Sevilla today, he will definitely not be happy.

Allen couldn't restore the established facts, so he could only follow him a little bit more in small things to make him feel more comfortable.

But in fact, the teammates in the locker room gave way to him.

James said, "What's the problem? As the top card in the team, he failed to help the team win. How dare you show your embarrassment? Who does he think he is? Why should everyone give in to him?"

Allen was very angry after hearing this. Considering that it was a crowded time, he held his breath and did not speak.

Ronaldo scored a goal today, and the team was attacked by Sevilla at the last moment. Allen understood Ronaldo's efforts and the sadness of Ronaldo's failure to win.He doesn't allow anyone to say Ronaldo like this-if James stood face to face with him, Allen would probably pounce on him and pinch him.

James also said: "There must be winners and losers on the court. If you win, you lose. What does it matter? Just keep working hard in the next game. You see, your bald coach is very open-minded. Let me tell you, you Losing is still a good thing, at least in the next game, the psychological pressure on the players will not be so great."

Allen still didn't speak, just sat next to Ronaldo, and went all the way back.

James didn't know what happened today, he kept nagging, and Alan's ears hurt, so he just replaced him.

James stretched his waist and moved his shoulders as usual, and looked sideways. Ronaldo was looking at him, so James said angrily, "What are you looking at?"

It was quiet in the car, his voice was not too loud, but everyone heard it anyway.

For a moment, the air seemed to be frozen.

Although Marcelo and the others, who knew a little bit of inside information, did not turn their heads to look, their ears were pricked up.

Ronaldo was a little uncertain, and said: "I didn't let you sit next to me, you took Fabio's seat and sat here."

James said forcefully, "Yeah, I'm sitting here, and I didn't let you see me."

Ronaldo can basically conclude that this is no longer the previous Allen, and he has changed inside.Maybe it was the Brazilian.This point is really curious, is it really a dual personality? Ronaldo couldn't help but sized him up carefully, wanted to ask his name, but was afraid that he would be exposed, so he could only tone down a little more and cover him up a bit. "Okay, okay, I won't look at you anymore."

He backed down, and James wouldn't. "Now you know that you have a better attitude towards me. Why were you so fierce just now, as if I owe you money? If you have a better attitude, everyone will be fine."

Ronaldo looked at him, and after a while, he said, "It's my fault."

James then became complacent—stayed in Allen's body for a long time, as if his brain had been infected by young people.

Ronaldo smiled and asked him, "Will you go back with me later?"

James said yes.Recently, Alan and his family have been a little unhappy. The main reason is that he chose the Portuguese national team, which made it difficult for his family to accept. Anyway, he was quite uncomfortable when he went home, and he was considering relocating a house outside.

Ronaldo said: "I will prepare the nuts for you last time."

James recalled the matter of letting him touch his head for two bags of nuts, and his old face was hot for a while, and he said angrily, "Don't eat that!"

Ronaldo immediately said: "I have other snacks at home."

James looked at him without blinking his eyes, and Ronaldo was a little nervous.James said: "Do you have some conspiracy? The sudden change in attitude is so big... You want to trick me back, oh, you want to beat me?"

C Luo smiled lightly, stretched out his hand, originally wanted to put his hand on top of his head, after thinking about it, it seemed that Allen liked others to put hands on his head before, but now this Allen absolutely does not want others to touch his hair , So Ronaldo moved his hand to his shoulder and put it down gently. Ronaldo laughed and teased, "With thin arms and legs like you, I need to trick you to my house if I beat you? I can beat you at any time, but I won't do this, as long as you are obedient."

James was furious. Considering that he might not be able to beat this muscular man, he immediately sought foreign aid.He shouted at Ramos in front, "Sese! Someone wants to bully your teammate, don't you care?"

Ramos had been very silent in the car. Hearing him say this, he teased him and said, "Oh, I don't care about this. He is the captain of your national team."

James then asked Marcelo, "Brazilian, you said last time that I belong to the same country. How about it? Should you help me because of our friendship?"

Marcelo also teased him, spread his hands, and said helplessly: "You and I are indeed from the same country, but in terms of friendship, Chris and I have been brothers for ten years, you are really making things difficult for me... "

James snorted heavily. "I'm not good with you."

Everyone laughed.

The captain and deputy captain were useless. He looked around for people and found that apart from Zidane, there was really no one who could punish Ronaldo's hegemony.Zidane gave him a gentle smile.The bald coach seems to be easy to talk to.So he squeezed Ronaldo and wanted to go out and sit next to Zidane. "Let me, I'm going out, I won't sit next to you."

Ronaldo didn't move, but said instead: "I'm not going to beat you, I'm just joking with you. In the car, don't trade it back and forth."

James couldn't help him, so he had to sit back aggrieved.

After a while, Ronaldo suddenly asked him: "Which foot do you use?"

James immediately said vigilantly: "...Left, left foot. What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Ronaldo said, "I just suddenly remembered that sometimes I see that you use your right foot very well."

James felt something was wrong, he frowned, and contacted Allen to change it out, but Allen didn't respond, so he could only hold on.This time, he was going to treat himself as a mute.

Ronaldo asked him: "Do you remember what drink I ordered when we went out to eat for the first time?"

James looked at him silently.

Ronaldo is obviously trying to trick him, and the level of stereotypes is not very good, otherwise it would not make people confused.

Seeing that he became vigilant, Ronaldo said, "I don't mean anything else, just chat with you casually."

"What kind of mint-flavored water." James found a coat to cover his head, and said in a muffled voice: "You're annoying me with asking, and I don't want to answer your questions. Okay, I'm going to bed, Don't bother me."

Ronaldo opened a gap for him, "I won't disturb you, but at least you can breathe a little, so you don't run out of oxygen."

James closed his eyes and rested his mind. After a while, he heard Ronaldo asking again: "Did you win or I won our swimming competition last time? I don't remember clearly."

James quickly tore off his jacket, "I won. Is that okay? Don't bother me." After speaking, he put the jacket on his head again.

Ronaldo finally didn't ask him again this time, but sat quietly beside him, fearing that James would bore him, and secretly opened a gap for him. "Smelly brat, you have a big temper."

As the car drove forward, someone on the road spoke a little louder. Ronaldo had to signal them to keep their voices down, and kept quiet all the way, so that James could have a good environment to sleep.

——This 'Alan' seems to like to sleep quite a bit. Ronaldo made a note in his heart.

Alan opened his eyes and almost fainted from fright—Cyril blushed, kissed and touched him, even his legs were clamped around his waist, and his crotch shrugged—Alan He's still a little boy who has never been in a relationship and even had his first kiss, how can he afford to play like this.

Allen's face was hot, but unfortunately it was James' shell, so he couldn't see that he was blushing. "You, let me go first. I'll talk to you."

Cyril stopped in surprise and looked at him. "What do you say at this time? Just do it."

"No, no, I want to talk to you about life."

Cyril let go of him in frustration, climbed off him, and lay down beside him. "So... if I don't go to Zurich, you won't do it with me? James, isn't this trick a bit too bad?"

Zurich?

World Footballer?Golden Globes?

Allen carefully set his words. "I think you should go, after all... there is no loss in going there."

Cyril looked at him, his eyes were a little red, he turned his head and kissed Alan's forehead, "I don't want to go, and I don't want you to go either."

"It's okay," Allen said.

Cyril said: "You just have to make up your mind to let me go, don't you? James, I don't care about the Golden Globes, but if you insist on me, then I'll just go." He seemed a little angry. After a while, he said, "I'm a little scared."

Allen's eyes widened quietly. From what he said, it seemed that Cyril was eligible to win the Golden Globe... Then wouldn't the gap between him and Cyril be too big?

"Afraid of what?" Allen asked.

Cyril said, "I'm afraid you'll hate me."

Allen didn't speak.

Cyril said: "What if this year is your last chance to win the Golden Globe? If you really give me the Golden Globe, will you think of it and resent me many years later? Your Last chance or something. I know your obsession with the Ballon d'Or, so I don't want to have a gap with you because of an award."

Cyril leaned over and rested his pillow on Allen's shoulder.

Allen said: "Last chance? Retire? I mean, I'm retiring next year?"

"No, but..." Cyril said, "But you are already 36, a striker, 36 is already an age that no one else dares to think about."

Allen nodded, "Then I can fight for another year. You go to win the Golden Globe, if you can get it, you go for it. I will work harder next year."

Cyril said softly: "James, I love you."

He turned over and was about to show it with practical actions, but Alan yelled in fright and didn't cooperate at all. "James, I want to ask... Do you have a dual personality?"