[Football] In the name of the team doctor

The Portuguese team doctor came in to check and helped the president to the sidelines.Lin Wei originally thought that the head coach Santos would make a substitution. However, after a simple treatment of the injury, the president returned to the field.

Thinking of the warm applause in the stands, Lin Wei was very anxious. Although the distance was far away and his degree of myopia was not low, the angle at which Payet hit him and the posture in which Chris fell, he thought he was holding on. Continuing to play will only make his already unclear injury worse.

Facts proved that Lin Wei's judgment was not wrong. After Chris entered the field, he tried to run to meet his teammates, but such an attempt failed in the end.He shook his head and made a gesture to the sidelines for a substitution.He tore off the captain's armband and threw it on the ground.He picked it up very preciously and handed it to Nani.

He sat on the ground, waiting for the stretcher to enter.He clenched his lower lip, trying to hold back his emotions so that he would not look so out of control, but the tears couldn't stop falling down.

This scene was very heart-wrenching. Lin Wei understood the torment in his heart. He had waited 12 years for this final with his Portugal.

Twelve years ago, at the Stadium of Light in Lisbon, as hosts, they became the background board of "Greek mythology". Twelve years later, he wanted to use the championship to make up for the regrets of the year.

However, he was injured when the team needed him the most. It is hard to imagine what kind of desperation his departure will bring Portugal into. Odds?

The tough man's tears were really moving. Seeing him crying, many fans in the stands also shed tears.

At this moment, seeing his grievance and unwillingness, Lin Wei felt more uncomfortable than anyone else.He wanted to do something for him, but found that there was nothing he could do.He could only watch helplessly, was carried off the field on a stretcher, and returned directly to the locker room.

Lin Wei felt that he couldn't sit still anymore. At this time, he really couldn't sit in his original position and watch the game with peace of mind.When I took out the phone, my finger paused on the name "cris" for two seconds, and then Ricky sent a text message.

"I want to see him, the sooner the better."

About 5 minutes later, he received a reply from Ricky: "I'll wait for you at the passage closest to your location."

They walked almost half of the Stade de France before they came to the player tunnel. The closer they got to the visiting team's locker room, the more people there were.

Lin Wei followed behind Ricky, and there were countless eyes looking at them all the way.At the door of the locker room stood an old man with a dignified expression. His hair was full of silver hair and the vertical and horizontal grooves on his face made him look extraordinarily majestic.

This is Carlos Godinho, the Portuguese team leader, and Ricky stepped forward to chat with him.The difference between Portuguese and Spanish is not very big, and Lin Wei can roughly understand their conversation intermittently.

Ricky introduced to the other party that he was the person Chris called to see just now, the Real Madrid team doctor, who once helped the president treat torn muscles and old knee injuries.

Godinho looked at Lin Wei behind Ricky, then nodded.Now there is no one else in the locker room except for the team doctor and the staff. The game is going on, and he and the team doctor can't stay in the locker room for too long. Ronaldo is very depressed now, and it is okay to have someone familiar with him good.

Ricky patted Lin Wei on the shoulder: "You have to go in by yourself."

Lin Wei nodded, opened the door and walked into the visiting team's locker room at the Stade de France.The resting place for the players was empty, and the team doctor and staff gathered in the physical therapist. At least seven or eight people gathered around a treatment bed. Through the gap between them, Lin Wei saw the person sitting on the bed.

Chris propped his hands behind his back, leaned back but kept his head down. The unknown fate of the team and the unknown injury made him feel mixed.In an instant, the domineering president seemed to have returned to ten years ago, he was still that crying little Manchester United boy.

Lin Wei's eyes were filled with tears, but Lin Wei still thought it was pretty.

Probably this is what people often say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

Now that the head coach has made a decision to substitute, and Chris refuses to leave the stadium to go to the hospital before the game is over, staying in this big house can also play a calming role.

The team doctor took a preliminary look at the injury and found that it had nothing to do with the old knee injury. It was mainly the ligament injury caused by Payer's impact. We could only do conventional treatment first, and there was no better way.

The game is still going on on the field, the team doctor has to go out quickly, so as to prevent the players on the field from being treated in a timely manner, so the two rehabilitators stayed behind. Anyway, they were just watching the game in the player tunnel, and they could not enter the game. to the venue.

When everyone turned around, they noticed Lin Wei standing at the door. Everyone was living in the same circle. In the past half a year, they have seen a lot of news. The mysterious Chinese team doctor of Real Madrid is now a member of various clubs. There is no one in the medical team who does not know him.

In addition, Chris told the team leader just now that his most trusted Real Madrid team doctor is on the scene, and he wants to ask him to come to the locker room to help take a look at the injury.Therefore, everyone was not surprised to see a stranger entering the locker room, but rather curious.

The president turned his head and saw Lin Wei standing a few steps away. He was even more aggrieved immediately, and his tears couldn't stop falling: "You guys go out first, I want to stay alone with Xiao V for a while."

Everyone didn't say anything more, they retreated one after another, and the last person who left carefully helped them to the door of the physiotherapist's room.

When there were only the two of them left in the room, Lin Wei sighed inaudibly, walked to the treatment bed, and lowered his head to conduct a preliminary inspection of his injured parts.

His hand was suddenly grasped by someone, perhaps because of too much force, the knuckles of the hand holding him turned slightly white, and even trembled slightly.

Lin Wei retracted instinctively, but couldn't pull out his hand, so he simply gave up struggling and held his hand back, trying to give him some comfort.

He raised his head and met the other's eyes, the serious and strong sadness and unwillingness to see him broke his heart.

Sighing again, Lin Wei walked up to him, lifted his chin with the other hand, and made him raise his head to look at her.Then leaned down, soft lips fell on his thick eyelashes, and gently kissed away the condensed tears.

Almost at the moment when Lin Wei dropped the kiss, the clenched hands were released, and the president put his strong arms around his waist, and suddenly moved to his side. If Lin Wei hadn't been caught off guard, he would almost have fallen on the ground. on him.

This posture was a bit awkward, and Lin Wei barely managed to stabilize his figure. The man's face was pressed against his chest, and his white T-shirt was covered with tears and sweat.

Compared with a piece of clothing, he loves the person crying silently in his arms more.From entering the door until now, the two of them haven't exchanged a word. At this time, no matter how beautiful the words are, they can't beat the comfort brought by a tight hug.

Lin Wei rubbed his chin against the top of his head, and gently massaged the back of his head with his palms. The hair there should have been combed not long ago, it was too short, and it even felt a little thorny to the touch.

After a long time, Lin Wei felt that the T-shirt on his chest was soaked with his tears, and then he heard his muffled voice: "The moment I fell, I thought my ligament was broken."

"No," Lin Wei reassured him, "The impact was indeed dangerous, but I checked it just now, and the injury is much better than I expected. It should be just a sprain or a slight tear."

"Well, that's what the team doctor said, and I think it has something to do with your treatment of my knee before."

Lin Wei still had some lingering fears when he remembered the scene just now: "Just now...you were really scared to death."

"Me too," the president rubbed against his chest, probably trying to wipe away tears, "I was terrified at the time, and I could only think of you. I wanted to see you, and only you could help me."

Hearing these words, Lin Wei involuntarily glanced at the corner of his mouth: "So it's because of this that I want to see me."

"No," Chris denied it very simply, then paused, and added, "Not all, since the start of the European Cup, I haven't slept well every day, and chatting with you on the phone every day can always make me happy. Relax."

Lin Wei laughed softly in his ear: "Didn't you say that the reason for calling every day is to chase me? It turns out that it is because of relaxation, or, chasing me is also one of the ways to relieve stress?"

Doctor Kobayashi's mind turned too fast, and he was a bit bully, but he also managed to divert the attention of the person in his arms from sadness to a strange place.

"If you think so, then it's okay. For me, family is the most relaxing existence for me physically and mentally."

"I'm very honored," Lin Wei held his face, letting him meet his gaze, "I can have the same place in your heart as your family."

The TV on the wall was broadcasting the game live. The 90 minutes of regular time were coming to an end, and the score was still 0-0.

After the captain was injured and left the field, Portugal did not show panic without a leader. Instead, they played steadily and appeared more tenacious and tenacious.

On the contrary, the French team, the closer to the end, the more lack of organization and enthusiasm. Their spirit and combat power are disintegrating bit by bit in front of the strong will of the opponent.

Watching this game, both of them had mixed feelings, especially Lin Wei. He found that his idea of ​​"whoever wins the championship will be happy" before the game was ridiculous. Now he probably can't be happy whoever wins the championship. The rhythm of getting up.

"I want to go out."

"Well," Lin Wei didn't react, "what?"

"I want to go out, I have to go to the sidelines, I have to go to overtime, I have to be with my teammates, stand closest to them, and stick with them to the end." He took Lin Wei's hand , "Little V, help me."