[Football] Anti-system

Like the last game between Manchester United and Chelsea, after the celebration, Cristiano couldn't help but look for the number 21 in blue on the field.

He also didn't understand why he did this.

Maybe he just secretly felt dissatisfied in his heart. He didn't think that this British player who was praised by the British media was any better than him.

Or maybe it's because of other reasons... No. 21 in blue is standing on the sidelines in a half-squat, tying his shoelaces.He just raised his head to meet his gaze.

Cristiano raised his eyebrows and showed his white teeth to show off his goal.

He'd expected Scorpius to grin at him or gesture him to wait, and he wouldn't admit defeat.

Unexpectedly, the Irishman glanced at him and then calmly looked away.

Cristiano touched his nose, faintly feeling that Scorpius' expression was a little off.

But yes, after all, it was so miserable to be poured three goals.

Ronaldinho felt that what he did might not be appropriate, at least he shouldn't show off his goals.

But... he pushed Rooney, who had his arms around his neck, thinking that Scorpius looked weird.

Although the Chelsea teenager has always been white, his face is as white as a piece of paper under the light now, without a trace of blood.

This is not normal. It stands to reason that after exercising on the court for so long, my face will be more or less flushed.

Could it be another fever?

Cristiano couldn't help but chase after Scorpius on the field with his eyes. He couldn't know his status because he was too far away, and he couldn't go over to confirm his position now, so he could only wonder in his heart.

Ronaldinho was not the only one who noticed Scorpius' abnormality.

Lampard also leaned over and patted him on the shoulder, asking worriedly, "Are you all right?"

Scorpius shook his head and said that he was fine, and Mourinho on the sidelines said that he waved towards him during this time.

Scorpius stood on the sidelines and took the water bottle from the coach.

Mourinho raised his hand and touched his forehead. His temperature was low and he didn't have a fever. It was just an increase in temperature caused by exercise.

There should be no problem.

Mourinho took the opportunity to pat him on the shoulder and told him not to put too much pressure on him, he knew he had done his best.

But some things can't be done with hard work.

Scorpius handed back the water bottle in his hand to the coach, his fingers trembling imperceptibly.

He sighed softly and said sorry in a low voice.

Mourinho shook his head and told him that he didn't need to apologize, at worst, he continued to work hard in the next game.It's okay, it's not his fault.

They still have a chance, don't give up hope.

There may be no next chance.

"boss."

Scorpius sighed, and this might be the last time he had left: "Thank you so much for everything you have done in the past, boss, you are a very good coach."

Mourinho looked at him suspiciously, not knowing why: "It's useless for you to say this now, go back quickly! Don't give up, there is still time!"

Three 10 minutes maybe Scorpius can turn the tide of the battle.

After all, in the first few games, they fought back at the most critical time, and there will always be miracles if they never give up.

There is no use in saying these words to please him.

Scorpius still couldn't help but sighed again in his heart.

He also hoped that things would turn around, but... perhaps having these purple eyes had exhausted all the good luck in his life.

too difficult.

He didn't want to die, but it was too difficult to live.

Will these words become his last words?

How would he die at the final whistle?

Would sudden death be too ugly?

He didn't want to think about it, and he tried to have hope, but these thoughts always appeared in his mind.

Scorpius nodded, and raised the corners of his lips into a smile: "I see, boss."

I feel that I will definitely look ugly when I smile, just like when I score a goal, I can't laugh no matter what.

Maybe he can find another breakthrough.

Even if it is impossible to stage a big four in more than 20 minutes, he still wants to try, at least, this is the last time.

The game on the field is still in full swing, and the singing in the North Stand is loud.

But the "VivaScorpioWesting!" sign paled.

There is still no sun over London, and thick clouds cover everything.

VivaRonaldo, which has sounded since Ronaldo's goal, is finally coming to an end.

Scorpius took a deep breath.

What can a person be driven out of by fear?

Fighting hard in a desperate situation, or being so frightened that your legs are weak and unable to move.

He could feel his hands trembling and his whole body trembling.

A few years ago, he stood on the pitch, that header didn't go in, and he knew it was over.

Now, he's on the court, and he wants to give it a try.

Dropping back, dribbling, running long distances, being blocked, the ball being dislodged or kicked off the touchline.

He retreated again.

His breathing was getting heavier and his throat was burning with pain.There is also a burning pain in the nasal cavity, and the muscles in the legs are also overwhelmed, and they are sore that they don't want to move a step.

But he can't stop, if he stops, he will think, it doesn't matter if he dies like this, it's too tiring.

But he couldn't stop, he had to try.

Stop and it's all over.

His life cannot stop here.

He still wants to leave, he wants to get rid of the control of the system, he wants to go far away.

No.

Obviously, he finally saw hope, and he must not stop here... When he got nothing for 10 minutes, the Red Devils fans were still laughing at the number 21 who had too much presence on the field.

But when nothing was achieved for 10 minutes, the silence began to continue in the stadium stands.

It was a time of great sadness for Chelsea fans and joy for Manchester United fans.

But the dark blue was too conspicuous.

Scorpius' red hair tends to be reddish brown, or even brownish red, but at this moment it makes people feel like seeing a bright torch.

The neutral fans in the West Stand stood up like Chelsea fans, one after the other.

They listened to the melody of the song "Miracle" awkwardly, then hummed the lyrics that were out of tune, and babbled and sang the ballad halfway.

What is a miracle?

There are probably no miracles in this world.

Some are just the inevitable result of unremitting efforts and never giving up.

He won't admit defeat.

Nobody will throw in the towel at Chelsea either.

Ferguson sighed softly.

I really want to buy it.

Perhaps the most important thing about a player is not his talent, but his attitude.

The attitude off the court, don't eat and drink, don't mess around, and train hard.

The attitude on the pitch, the aggressive movement, the desire to score goals.

The purple-eyed little player on the field seemed to only have Manchester United's goals in mind.

Trying to break through Manchester United's defense again and again, failing again and again, dribbling again and again.

After all, Gary Neville has just recovered from injury, and no matter how rich his experience is, his physical strength cannot support it.

As the game came to an end, every player was exhausted, especially defending Scorpius Westin again and again.

Neville knew that this young Chelsea player had also reached his limit. His panting was terrible, but his speed was still unabated. It made people wonder if he was actually a robot.

See also long-distance raids.

Not surprisingly, Scorpius confronted Gary Neville again.

The teenager from Northern Ireland gave up using fake moves to surpass others. He directly and concisely chose to use his speed and physical coordination to eat raw.

This time, Chelsea saw hope.

Drogba caught up just in time, and Scorpius didn't hesitate. He bypassed Gary Neville and was stopped by Ferdinand, but he passed the ball directly through the gap.

Drogba quickly adjusted after touching the ball, took the ball into the penalty area, and Heinze dragged the jersey with his hands and still rushed forward desperately.

Then, lift your foot and knock on the door.

At the end of the game, there was nothing Van der Sar could do in the face of such a terrible ball.

The ball hits Van der Sar's hand and hurts him.

The Dutch goalkeeper was in pain, but the strength of the ball remained undiminished, and it crashed into the goal abruptly.

The score was rewritten to 1:3.

At least it looks better than 0:3.

Scorpius smiled bitterly.

He knelt on the turf, the pain in his throat made it painful to breathe, he should have stood up and walked around, but he had no strength left.

It has ended.

1:3 can't be helped, even scoring a goal is useless, he is already dying.

He knew what the world after death was like, nothing more than loneliness, cold, hunger, and endless darkness like that stairwell.

He knelt on the ground, raised his head and closed his eyes, calmly waiting for the halftime whistle to blow.

So be it.

He really hates London.

Hate the ubiquitous flashing lights that have replaced daylight, hate the continuous drizzle that makes people feel cold, and hate the gorgeous and luxurious ancestral home of the Westin family in the suburbs of London.

I hope that the myth really exists, whether it is heaven or hell, at least it is not an endless darkness.

But after waiting for a long time, he was pulled up by a force.

Panting heavily, Ferdinand grabbed his arm and pulled him up from the grass: "Get up, don't stop, walk around, or you will suffer in a while."

Scorpius was taken aback.

Drogba, who scored the goal, also ran over, holding his arm around his shoulders so that he could support him: "Don't be dazed, just walk."

Lampard who arrived nodded towards Ferdinand, took his place, and helped Scorpius up.

Scorpius' voice was hoarse: "The game is over?"

Lampard nodded.

Scorpius was surprised: "I'm not dead?"

Lampard knocked him on the head with his hand: "What are you dying for? Are you tired? You have to go to Old Trafford to play the next game! What are you dying for? Talk nonsense!"

Ah... Scorpius was dumbfounded, he almost forgot, there was still an away game... But at least three goals must be scored in the away game... Scorpius couldn't help but sighed again.

After the game, Ronaldinho had no choice but to face the situation that the bathroom in the fitting room of the away game was full. He pushed open the door helplessly, intending to go out and have a look.

The player tunnel seemed a little empty.

Chelsea players who played at home may have gone home?

He also thought of Scorpius' sombre face after the game, Lampard and Drogba were supporting him like two bodyguards, and he didn't dare to approach him.

Even Wayne Rooney touched his nose and said he should call Beckham later and ask for Scorpius' jersey.

Ok.

As he walked, Cristiano thought about what time it would be better to send a text message to Scorpius.

Too early and it looks like he's desperate to have a chat with him.

If it's too late, what if Scorpius falls asleep?

But as soon as he stepped into the bathroom, he saw that the door at the end was not closed, and the Chelsea No. 21 jersey blinded his titanium alloy diamond eyes.

Cristiano scratched his head in doubt, feeling very puzzled.

Why don't you close the toilet door? ? ?

He stepped forward to take a closer look, and it turned out to be Scorpius' unusual red hair.

Scorpius didn't notice anyone coming at all, and he was still retching with some effort towards the toilet.

I can't spit it out, I didn't eat anything before the game.But the nauseous feeling in the stomach can't stop at all.

He pressed the flush button, and stood up staggeringly holding the door, knowing that this was just a psychological effect on him.The best solution is to just leave it alone and go home and get some sleep.

It might have been his last good night's sleep before May.

Scorpius smiled wryly in his heart, he must spare time to train for the second round.

too tired.

But he still wants to live.

There is still hope in life.

But when he turned around holding the door, he almost ran into someone.

Scorpius hurriedly took a step back, only to realize that the person in front of him was Manchester United's No. [-].

Xiao Luo touched his nose in embarrassment, raised his hand and handed him a bottle of mineral water.

Maybe he also thought it was strange to bring a bottle of mineral water to the toilet, he explained: "I just went back to get it when I saw you."

Scorpius nodded, lowered his eyes and said thank you, and raised his hand to pick up the plastic water bottle in his hand.

But his hands trembled exaggeratedly. Cristiano saw him clenched the water bottle tightly, and as soon as he let go, the bottle of mineral water fell straight from Scorpius' trembling hands.

The person involved didn't seem to realize what happened at all, and his reaction was a little slow.

He stared blankly at his trembling hands and stood there without moving, as if he was wondering why this happened.

Something is really wrong with him.

Cristiano squatted down to pick up the mineral water, and touched his forehead, but the temperature on Scorpius' forehead felt very normal, and he didn't seem to be sick again.

However, he looks really bad.

There were water stains on the hair and clothes, but the team uniforms were not changed.This meant that he hadn't just taken a shower, but had casually washed his face with cold water and perhaps rinsed his head along the way.

His face was as pale as a ghost in an East Asian horror film, and his lips were chapped and without a trace of blood.

The purple pupils looked a little dull, lifeless and without a trace of expression.

Scorpius apologized in a low voice, raised his hands, and took the mineral water from him.

His hands were not shaking as much as before, but he tried hard a few times, but he failed to unscrew the bottle cap successfully.

Cristiano couldn't see it, raised his hand to take the water bottle, unscrewed the cap for him and handed it back.

Scorpius smiled and said thank you, took the water bottle and raised his head, took a sip of water to rinse his mouth, and then spit the water back into the toilet.

Then mechanically throw the remaining half of the bottle of water into the trash can.

Cristiano frowned and couldn't help asking, "Are you okay?"

Scorpius shook his head, intending to pass him back to the locker room.

But Xiao Luo grabbed his hand: "Aren't you sick?"

Scorpius looked down at him holding his hand, then looked up at his face, and said calmly, "No, I'm in good health."

His expression was polite and distant, and he understood what he meant to ask Mr. Ronaldo to let go of his hand quickly.

Unexpectedly, this Mr. Ronaldo did not play the cards according to common sense, and pulled him hard with his hand.

Unprepared, Scorpius staggered a step forward with his strength, and was embraced by Cristiano: "You look like you need a hug very much."

How can it be?

What hug does he need?

Scorpius retorted subconsciously and wanted to raise his hand to push him away, but maybe he really didn't have the slightest bit of strength now, and the hand on Ronaldinho's chest couldn't push him away at all, or maybe, He might really be craving a warm hug.

Scorpius closed his eyes subconsciously and took a deep breath.

Surprisingly, the person in front of him didn't smell of sweat. Instead, he felt a strange, warm, sunshine-like smell.

Makes people intoxicated.

He didn't know how long the hug lasted, it might have lasted half a century.

Although there was some reluctance in his heart, and the person in front of him didn't intend to push him away, Ronaldinho's unsteady voice sounded: "I am also afraid of failure and hate losing, but people always fail, you can't Winning all the time. All we can do is learn from our mistakes and get up and keep chasing the ball."

Scorpius closed his eyes and made no attempt to contradict him.

Of course he knows he can't win all the time.

But losing has a price.

He's trying really hard to get out of it all.

But what was the use of his efforts?Just to be alive, you have to do your best.

If he fails, he can't get up, he can only die.

Failure is not allowed.

Being expected to accomplish everything is not allowed to fail.

Scorpius pushed himself up, trying to shake off the embrace.

"Thanks, I see, Ronnie."

He raised his lips and smiled: "I'm fine, you're right, losing is common. I have nothing to be depressed about, thank you for comforting me, now I'm fine, I've figured it out."

The thumb lightly pressed the knuckle of the index finger, and he blinked and tried to joke with him: "It's so troublesome that you have to comfort me at this time, thank you, Mr. Psychiatrist. How much should I pay you?"

"But..." Cristiano looked at him suspiciously, and pointed to his shoulder: "What did you mean when you said 'help me'?"

He didn't understand, Scorpius' voice was small, but he did say such a vague remark.

Scorpius' pupils shrank suddenly.

Did he say something like that?when?

He quickly waved his hands and argued, "I didn't say that, you must be hallucinating."

"you said."

Cristiano puffed up his cheeks in dissatisfaction and looked at Scorpius who regarded him as a three-year-old child: "You just said, and last time, you asked me if I could hear a strange sound, what was it?" What do you mean? How can I save you? Are you in any trouble? Should I call the police?"

He thought he forgot all about it.

Scorpius looked at him and shook his head: "It's okay, it's really okay, there's nothing wrong, I'm confused, you're hallucinating, that's it. Nothing."

"But your eyes still say so."

Cristiano frowned: "'Help me'."

All the ideas he could see with his eyes were deceitful in the book, he just made sure that he heard right.

Although the sound was so small that it almost dissipated in the air, he did hear it.

While being held by him, Scorpius said, "Help me."

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