[Football] In the name of the team doctor

On the morning of departure, Lin Wei was dragged out of bed by his boyfriend: "Hurry up, if I don't get up again, I can only carry you to the training base to gather."

He also didn't think about whether Lin Wei could get up or not, who was the one who should bear the main responsibility.

Last night, he unilaterally upgraded the goal buff to the championship buff, and it was the Champions League championship buff for the third consecutive year. someone.

Even though it was past nine o'clock in the morning, Lin Wei only slept for less than seven hours.Struggling to sit up from the soft quilt, as if there were no bones, he fell headlong into his boyfriend's arms.

"Isn't it all your fault? I begged for mercy last night, and you still refused to let me go." When he spoke, his voice was muffled, half complaining and half being coquettish.Dr. Xiaolin himself didn't realize that when he was awake, he always spoke out of his head, and he could say anything shameless.

Chris wanted to push him back to the bed, so that he couldn't get out of bed all day, but it was just thinking about it, after all, he had more important tasks to accomplish than hugging his boyfriend and having sex.

So Chris could only forcefully suppress the man who had just raised his head, put his arm around the man, rubbed his head with the other, and coaxed him patiently: "It's all my fault, get up quickly, and go to sleep in the car. "

Lin Wei went to the bathroom to wash his face, brush his teeth and shave. When he came out, Chris had already changed into a suit made by Versace for the Real Madrid team in the Champions League.

Lin Wei was wearing the same suit today. He had just changed his clothes while buttoning his cuffs, and turned around, only to find that someone on the other side of the cloakroom was staring at him intently.

Chris took the tie on the side, lowered his head three or two times and tied a beautiful knot at Lin Wei's neckline, and took a step back to appreciate his masterpiece: "I really want to take you off."

Lin Wei twitched the corner of his mouth, took the coat and put it on the crook of his arm, and went to drag the suitcase: "Let's go, aren't we going to be late?"

From West Asia to East Asia, the straight-line distance from Madrid to Kiev is more than 800 kilometers. Even Real Madrid's special plane needs to fly for nearly 5 hours to get there.

Lin Wei fell asleep shortly after boarding the plane. He could vaguely hear Marcelo and Chris sitting in the front row chatting about some strange topics. Looking through the gap between the two heads, I found that these two good friends were flipping through a magazine. On it was a well-known football baby, showing off her beautiful buttocks.

This visual impact was a bit caught off guard. Lin Wei didn't feel much beauty, but felt a little physically uncomfortable, so he continued to sleep wrapped in a blanket in the back seat.

After a while, someone woke him up and took away his passport. After a while, Asensio asked him if he wanted to play poker together. Lin Wei wanted to put a blanket on his head, and then made this little cutie cry.

The last person to wake him up was Modric. Lin Wei saw his gentle smile as soon as he opened his eyes, and his breath disappeared in an instant.

"Here we are." The magic flute said softly.

Lin Wei nodded at him with a smile, and then squinted his eyes to look out the porthole. The sun that was about to set was as red as a ball of fire.

Arbeloa, who went to Kiev with the team at this time, said poetically: "Kiev welcomes us with a red sun."

In addition to a round of red sun, what greeted them was the team bus that arrived here after driving for three days and two nights, and Meilinger who came from all over the world.

When they arrived at the hotel, Ramos led everyone familiarly through the lobby and up the stairs. When Marcelo was about to turn a corner and go to a higher place, he reminded again: "The elevator is here."

The captain was in a good mood today, and wanted to show off that he had been here, but no one picked up on him, so he had no choice but to say to himself: "I am very familiar with this place. Six years ago, I was with the national team in the We've won the European Cup here."

The environment of this hotel is actually not good, the decoration and style are a bit old, but no one cares about it, as long as there is a comfortable big bed for everyone to sleep well, and then it is enough to meet a great game.

When doing physical therapy at night, "Hearts of the Twelve Crowns" was played on TV. Seeing the scene of Chris scoring a goal, Lin Wei felt as if it happened yesterday, and then he remembered that the first two For years, before every Champions League final, someone forced him to sleep in his room.

"Wow, this picture, Luka running like that, Chris scored the ball, man, it's unbelievable..."

From Lin Wei's point of view, Marcelo's shaggy hair took the TV on the wall as a solid one. He couldn't see anything except the flickering lights and the team pet's fluffy hair, so he had to look down. his boyfriend.

While enjoying Lin Wei's massage service, Chris swiped Stagra with his mobile phone. After reading tens of thousands of private messages, his eyes inevitably caught a lot of photos that people sent him on purpose.

At this time, Lin Wei will increase the strength in his hand, and there are teammates beside him, so Chris can only grit his teeth and endure the pain, and close the private message.

Lin Wei leaned down and whispered in his ear, "You haven't seen enough today, have you?"

Chris silently turned off the stagra, and clicked on a news a and read it dully.

When Chris finished his physical therapy, "Hearts of the Twelve Crowns" hadn't finished broadcasting, so the two greeted their teammates and went back to the room early.

Back in the room, Chris started calling his family, Lin Wei took his room card, went straight to open the room at the other end of the corridor, and dragged the suitcase he was carrying with him.

When he entered the room, Chris was on a video call with his son. Compared with the previous two years, Lin Wei felt that the little guy had grown up a lot suddenly, and the questions he asked also ranged from "Will Dad score goals", "Will Real Madrid win the championship", It has become more professional-sounding questions like "how will the goal be scored", "will Van Dijk stick to you", "how do you get rid of his defense".

Chris has always been patient with his son, and answered his questions very seriously and professionally.

At this time, Lin Wei also went to sit next to Chris, waved his hand and greeted the cutie.However, Mini Luo assigned him a task with a serious face: "Brother V, you must protect Dad well, and don't let him get hurt. We still want to win the World Cup."

"Leave it to me," Lin Wei patted his chest confidently, "I promise to complete the task."

Chris saw that he looked like a child, so he turned his head and kissed him on the cheek. Unexpectedly, his son on the other side of the phone became jealous, pouted and shouted: "I want a kiss too, I want a kiss too."

So the old father blew a kiss to the screen, and the next thing his son said was: "I want to kiss Brother V too."

"..."

Lin Wei leaned on his shoulder, overjoyed, and kissed the little guy on the screen: "My son is so cute."

After hanging up the phone, Chris lay on the bed with Lin Wei in his arms: "I have a suggestion, do you want to listen to it?"

"What suggestion?" Lin Wei asked.

"I suggest you think about it and become Mini's other dad."

Lin Wei blinked and looked at him suspiciously: "Aren't I?"

Chris suddenly hugged him tightly: "I said last year that if I win the championship, I want two children. If you agreed then, maybe they would have been born now."

"Didn't I agree later?"

Chris whispered in his ear, "So, I have a new wish for this year."

"Yeah," Lin Wei nodded, "I get the golden ball every year, I understand."

"You know what..." Chris pushed him away, almost swearing, "I want to get the golden ball, do I still need to make a wish?"

Lin Wei threw himself on him and said, "Then what do you want?"

Chris pulled his ear to his lips, said something softly, and kept asking if he was okay after finishing speaking.

Lin Wei blushed and saved his ear from his hands: "You should wait until you retire to think about this problem."

The last training session of Real Madrid this season was held at the Olympic National Complex in Kiev. There were only famous players who came with the team and some of the players’ families. The training was also very relaxed. After the end, the children played football with their father on the grass .

Ramos always called his eldest son Fatty, Lin Wei felt very brainwashed, until he returned to the hotel, the captain's doting tone seemed to be still lingering in his mind.

At dinner, Zidane sat next to Lin Wei, and the two chatted about the situation of the players. Lin Wei said that everyone was at their best in terms of health and condition, and they would definitely contribute an unparalleled game tomorrow. Great game.

Zidane nodded, looked at him suddenly and said, "Let Chris go back to his room to rest tonight."

Lin Wei was taken aback for a moment, and when he came back to his senses, the head coach had already left with his dinner plate.

Lin Wei immersed himself in eating a piece of salmon, and suddenly it tasted bad.

Suddenly, the head coach fell back and added something in his ear: "I'm just offering a suggestion, not forcing it."

Real Madrid was turned away by their medical director on the 7th that night, on the grounds that they should not visit each other the night before the game, and go back to their room to get enough energy for the decisive battle the next day.

However, under the relentless barrage of text messages and door knocks from a certain boss every 2 minutes, the Real Madrid team doctor was still defeated and relayed the instructions of the head coach, including the last sentence "I just make a suggestion, not force" .

Chris didn't take it seriously, and forced his way into the room and lay down on the bed: "Did you tell him that I slept with you on the same bed the night before I won the first two championships?"

"..." Lin Wei is not thick-skinned enough.

The small team couldn't beat the big stars, so on the eve of the third Champions League final, they still slept next to each other until dawn as they did every night before.