[Football] I'm just a defender

Early mornings in Madrid are always very busy, and among the hurrying crowd is a girl who is carrying a simple luggage and can't hide her tiredness.Benita sat in the waiting room, stuffing the bread she had just bought to satisfy her hungry stomach. The fact that she hadn't slept all night gave her a headache, but she didn't feel sleepy.She clutched her phone and hesitated for a long time. In the draft box, there were a lot of text messages that failed to be sent, but she still couldn't figure out how to express her attitude clearly, without completely cutting off the text messages that had lasted more than ten years. emotion.

That guy expressed his feelings so bluntly, is he confident or what?Benita once again thought in her heart and sighed silently. She knew that she would never be able to return to the past when she said the words.

The crowd is in a hurry, this time is the peak period for office workers, and there are many parents who send their children to school.Benita glanced at her watch. She planned to catch the train that arrived at Atocha station at 7:40.

Fran, who was on his lunch break, kept staring at his mobile phone. He was particularly absent-minded after eating a meal, as if he was just waiting for the girl to give him a reply.It has been a month, no matter what she thinks, she should have an answer after all.Anyway, just like what my sister said, it would be a good thing if I really agreed, but if I really got a tragic ending, then I deserved it when I was young.

It's just that even Fran, who has been playing with his mobile phone, noticed the unusual quietness around him. He raised his head in a daze and found that they were all watching the TV in the lounge silently.The usual volume of the TV was turned up by the dark-faced Raul, and the live broadcast of the news reported more than a dozen bombings that took place in several major metro bus stations in Madrid today.Fran looked at this human tragedy in amazement. He had come to the training camp in the morning, and he had no news. If he hadn't seen this, he might not have known what had happened.The reporter broadcast at the scene of the accident, "Atocha, Elpozo, St. Eugenia and other stations exploded within 10 minutes. According to preliminary statistics, 67 people were killed and hundreds of people were killed in Elposo. Injured, and Atocha, where the explosion was the worst, is still being rescued. The blood bank of the local hospital in Madrid is in an emergency, and a large number of caring people went to the hospital or the blood donation vehicle to donate blood."

Everyone kept silent and watched the news, their faces turned pale because of this series of man-made terrorist acts.It can be seen from the live broadcast that the consequences of the explosion were very serious. In the flashing picture, there are corpses crushed under bricks and tiles that have been blasted beyond recognition. The station and the vicinity of the railway tracks have been blocked by isolation belts, but you can still see various wreckage and blood.Firefighters were still struggling to rescue injured passengers from the severely twisted metal carriage, and everything seemed depressed and chaotic.

The news has begun to analyze the cause of the explosion and the suspects, but most people are still shocked by the horrible scenes, especially the stations that have a lot of passenger traffic to and from the suburbs of Madrid. Get out and analyze the cause of the incident calmly like those experts.Some teammates who did not live in the same family as him but also lived in Madrid began to contact their relatives. Fran confirmed that his family was still safe when he came out of the house, but he couldn't help feeling flustered.He stared at the TV without blinking. Beckham, who was sitting next to him, thought that this kid was getting stubborn again. He didn't know what he was watching, so he slapped him on the shoulder suddenly, and Fran broke away from his contemplation. .

Fran glanced at Beckham just as he was about to say that he was fine, when suddenly the mobile phone that had been put aside rang, it was a ringtone specially set by Benita. With a sound.The people next to him glanced at each other, and this hasty gesture could not conceal that he had been anxiously waiting for the other party's answer.And Fran who answered the phone suddenly stood up, trying to stay calm but still unable to control the trembling of his voice, "You said, she was in Atocha...?"

This sentence, which did not control the volume at all, instantly attracted the attention of everyone present.

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"Are you awake?" The pretty girl stared at the ceiling blankly, as if she couldn't understand where she was for a while.Fran looked at the pale-faced girl on the hospital bed. She had only bruises, which were defined as minor injuries. If she hadn't been hit on the head and fell into a coma with the possibility of concussion, I'm afraid she would have been in such a busy hospital. Cannot be assigned to a ward.

"You said too much that day." The first sentence she said in a hoarse voice was neither where is this nor water. When it was related to his actions in the game the day before, Fran's eyes dimmed, realizing that she purpose of coming back.

Benita saw Fran's mind clearly, "I think, maybe I just rejected you from the beginning, and you will definitely treat it as a broken relationship. But now that something like this has happened, I think maybe You will always feel that you owe me something, and I am sorry for you."

Hearing the words of the girl who had come back from Italy because of him, her face was still so pale that Fran couldn't hold back his usual smile, and even the corners of his mouth seemed extremely difficult, " Hey baby, if you say that, how can I really forget you?" After he finished speaking, he realized that he shouldn't call her that again, it turned out to be the intimacy of the ambiguous period, but now it can't be like this anymore.Only then did Benita show her first smile after waking up, "Of course it's because you can't really forget me!"

The feelings of young people are always like this. Of course there are some things that will happen naturally after a long time, but more often they come inexplicably and disappear quietly.Love requires people to have fun, accept fate and fully devote themselves, but human nature is suspicious, greedy and easy to give up.When the frequency of two people is the same, no matter what is good, but when one person is not on the same frequency as yourself, even if every word you say makes sense and every sincere sentence is true , but can no longer listen to it.And maybe the more reasonable it is, the more annoying it is, and the more touching it is, the more embarrassing it is.

Fran reached out and held her wrist, and leaned his head on her palm. The palms of both of them were warm. It is estimated that they have understood each other for a long time, and there is no one who is more understanding and considerate than the other. I have become my object, but because this does not constitute love, all the emotions become worthless.Benita raised her hand and touched Fran's head affectionately. This action made him more frustrated. Your hardworking, brave, tall, handsome, down-to-earth, considerate, gentle, dedicated, funny and humorous no longer meant anything to her at that moment. She shrugged mercilessly and turned away from your advances, jokes, gifts, and confessions, but you finally understand that even if she accepts everything, it has no special meaning to her.

Fran thought that maybe after this incident, he would not get along with her so naturally, and he would not regret it in the slightest, only a little sad.He recalled the conversation with Casillas, the 'Love Saint'. He said that he knew everything about her, but he was dismissively told by the other party that 'people hide and lie because they are very afraid of losing something'.It is estimated that Igor understood at that time what kind of relationship there would be between the two of them.I also asked him blankly, "What's wrong with this?" At that time, Casillas replied almost perfunctorily that there was nothing. As for now, for Fran, even if there is, it is nothing.

Yes, there is something bad, and even if there is, it's nothing.

Fran felt that this was the first time that he had lost his love in the true sense, and he would probably feel comfortable crying with his pillow in his arms when he got home.At least he feels like he can force himself to go home and cry again, really, he wants to say you know, I'm not as sure as I am, every beat of my heart is blood flowing through my brain questioning myself 'can I Success', but you will never see me again, and you will be in a hurry because of this. By the way, before you meet the next woman, you probably won't be able to see me either.

I am a director, I am a screenwriter, I have planned everything in the future, looking forward to all the beauty in life, every page of the script is full of happiness, and time will string them together, and I will wear them on your wrist with my own hands. neck.

I think as an athlete and a star who will be famous in the future, I think our story will be a big hit, because we can be romantic and crazy, delicate and affectionate, handsome and beautiful, with memories and entanglements, who would not like such a story Woolen cloth?

On the fourth page of the script, we will drive in Europe during our vacation, passing through cities and fields, and every flower we pass is bright and in full bloom.

On the fifth page, I knelt on one knee and raised a diamond ring to propose to you in the face of victory on the green field. It is a pity that I couldn't score a goal, but the atmosphere of the Bernabéu will definitely infect you.As long as you nod your head, from now on, your emotions and sorrows will be carried by me alone.

On the ninth page, we live in our wedding room. Every piece of furniture and every decoration is carefully selected by us. We will live very close to our parents. If I make you angry, you can go home and hide from me.I must be the one who was wronged, I will lick my face and apologize before taking you home.

Thirteen pages, get all your friends over to the house for a party.Anyway, your cooking is not even as good as mine, so I will be in charge of cooking and you will be in charge of serving.But don't be distracted by my teammates who are too eye-catching. They look better than me, but no one will treat you better than me.I'm serious, I'm definitely not joking about this.

Twenty pages We're having our own baby, and while I'm expecting a girl, I think the first one will be a boy.That's good too, as an older brother, he can also take care of his younger sister in the future.Every girl should have a brother to dote on her, but if it's a girl, it's even better.

On page 25, I think I may be declining after my peak state. Don't be sad about injuries and failures. Your man will not be easily defeated by these.

On page 29, the brat doesn't know if he likes football. If he likes it, I will definitely put him in La Fabrica, but if he doesn't like it, I won't force him.Really, I won't force it, you don't have to follow him to fool me.

On page 33, you have realized your dream. I think that after a while, I can retire and stay at home, and you can go out and make a living.

Forty pages and fifty pages, our scripts range from plain to erotic, and there are large sections of plot that are not allowed to be described below the neck. The theme is romantic and the style is diverse. The photo wall is always full of photo frames, every minute All are worthy of nostalgia.

When I wrote this script, even the punctuation marks seemed sweet. I pretended to hold your hand inadvertently, and you naturally touched my nerves. The tears and bite marks you fell on my shoulders, we quietly made a lifelong promise.

I started to write this script, I am the director, I am the screenwriter, I decided to direct and act with confidence, you are my chosen heroine.I'll spend my life lining up every shot, and I'm confident this story will sell.Childhood sweethearts, we are an admirable couple. We have made a decision since we were young to be together forever when we grow up. The children surrounded me to ask me about the experience I pursued, and let me tell the story with you over and over again. .

But what a pity he's only on the second page of the fucking show and you're on strike.

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Fran knocked on the door of Casillas' house with his schoolbag on his back, with a pitiful expression on his face, "I'm broken in love." Casillas, who was holding a toothbrush and foam in his mouth, looked blankly. Looking at him, she turned sideways to let him in, and answered "Oh" vaguely but naturally.

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From that day on, the dark days of Real Madrid's 0304 season came, and I feel ashamed to even think about that amazing end-of-season collapse.And by the way, although Fran has had a few girlfriends since then, my best friend, he's lost his first love.First love is both good and bad. The good thing is that you always remember who your first love is, but the bad thing is that you often lose her.I don't know what he thinks about it himself, but it seems to me that it's probably all bad for him.

A person can be as affectionate as he is unprincipled.Thinking about it carefully, from this incident, I should have imagined that what happened later was logical.

— Casillas: A Goalkeeper's Monologue

The author has something to say: The Madrid bombing caused heavy casualties, and after that, whether Real Madrid or Atletico Madrid...the state declined sharply.

Of course my sister rejected him because she wanted to understand that she didn't like him that much anymore

I sent my sister paper away, and you will not see your literary orange from now on [hmph

No responsibility!No responsibility!Small episode:

Later, Fran became famous by the nickname "Iron Man", and Ibrahimovic couldn't stop laughing at this. How did he think Fran was called an Iron Man?He is such a soft person.

Harvey looked at the Swede who had just transferred, showing a magical expression of "You don't like me", but didn't say a word, listening to the really "soft" conversation between his teammates on the phone.

And in the first national derby when Ibrahimovic transferred to Barcelona——

[No Responsibility, Little Spoiler... You want to see who told me, but there is absolutely no responsibility!Because there is no cp! 】