[Football] Prince and Prince

Real Madrid never keep loyal souls——

Over the years, he has contributed a lot in Real Madrid, and there are not many players who eventually retired in Real Madrid like Zidane.The way Ronaldo, Morientes, Carlos and others left Real Madrid is not a small controversy.However, it is two people who make Real Madrid fans feel heartache the most, Hierro and Redondo.

Hierro played for Real Madrid for 14 years, won three Champions Leagues and six La Liga titles, dedicated the best years of his life to the Bernabeu, but when his years passed, Hierro missed Real Madrid and had to wander around the world at the end of his career .The story of Redondo is even more tragic. The Argentine prince fought in Real Madrid for six years and witnessed the greatest dynasty of Real Madrid, but was kicked out at the age of 31 because Florentino eliminated dissidents.

Redondo, who was standing on the edge of the field watching his eldest son play football, sighed; his child has no talent after all.

Little Fernando... still hasn't kicked out. After so many years, the children who are the same age as his son have been upgraded and signed.But the coaching staff of the Ajia Tigers Club has already hinted to him very euphemistically today that they will not renew the contract with his son.There are so many little Redondos in Argentina, but my real little Redondo is not like me at all. It seems that the only thing my son is similar to me... is that his knees are prone to injuries.

Even if the elder son's movements and posture are in the same line as him, but his playing style back then. . .Not to mention that it is very brain-intensive, dynamic vision and talents are almost useless. . .

Looking at the sky, Redondo waited until the game was over, then stroked the shaved head of his son Fernando Jr. for some reason.Gently comforted his son with a few words, and then watched him return to his teammates. A group of young men rushed to the locker room and dining room shoulder to shoulder.

This is probably the last time his son will be in the team. No matter what job he chooses in the future, just like himself, this is the place where his dream starts after all.

After shaking his head, Redondo put his hand in his pocket and walked towards the stadium exit.

Seeing someone napping on the steering wheel of the Bentley he drove earlier, Redondo subconsciously raised the corners of his lips, and knocked on the window with a smile.Hierro rubbed his face, opened the car door, and jumped out holding his legs with his teeth bared, "Oh no! My legs are numb! Ouch, ah, it's so uncomfortable——" "Cramp?" Redon wanted to bend over Help him stretch, "Don't stop, the more you touch, the more numb! Let me slowly, let me slowly..." Hierro dragged his legs back and forth without any image, and Redondo looked at his partner speechlessly Acting like a demon, he clenched his fists and pursed his lips, quickly turning his smile into a cough.

"You, the older you get, the more you look like an orangutan~" Still couldn't help but make fun of it, Hierro waved impatiently and started to move again.

Redondo sat in the driver's seat, turned on the music and waited leisurely.Until Hierro returned to the passenger seat and started the car, Hierro kept chattering in the car, thinking about his work at Real Madrid, his dissatisfaction with the chairman's collection of stars, and the annoyance of the juniors in the club's first team fighting openly and secretly. "You asked for it yourself. Isn't it good to stay in the small club you bought and teach the children? If you have to go back to the sewage, do you think the current Real Madrid is still pure and innocent? Don't dream." Redondo His ruthless and poisonous tongue beat the old Real Madrid captain to pieces. Hierro changed the subject in a daze, "Why do you suddenly want to see Fernando?" It was a very common question, but Hierro was surprised to find that Redondo fell silent.

"What happened?" Hierro's concern made Redondo smile, "No..." The scenery on the side of the road passed by the car window slowly, and Redondo's eyes were a little dazed, "I just had a dream... …I dreamed that I had a very good child.”

"The kid in the dream is only 17 years old. He has the same appearance as me when I was young, the same...no, more superb skills than when I was young. Playing for a wealthy club, he will be selected for the Argentine national team..." Redondo dreamed Hierro listened with great interest, "As good-looking as you?" Redondo had already seen this kind of teasing tone in his many years of career.He glanced at him, "I'm good-looking." The prince of the Pampas Eagle back then had no sense of modesty, Hierro turned his head away, his deputy team became more shameless as they got older...

"A lower back?" "Yeah." Redondo showed an extremely gentle smile, that dream was so sweet that he couldn't help showing his face. "It would be great if it was true! Our Bernabéu can welcome his prince again." In Redondo's description, Hierro couldn't help but look forward to it.Redondo laughed, "He is more proud than me—but the little Redondo in the dream is very obedient by my side, and he is a child I am extremely proud of." Shaking his head, he sighed; "It's amazing , it feels like that child really exists...so I want to come and see."

The car slowly slid into the garage of the villa, and Redondo, who was in a daze, was driven to his lawn by Hierro, while he hung up his apron and went to the kitchen to brew yerba mate.

Skillfully pulling out the football under his feet, Redondo walked to the folding chair by the lawn and sat down, watching the rolling football.For a long time, he raised his hand to support his forehead and covered his eyes. He didn't tell Hierro that in that beautiful dream, he watched the child fall on the field of the World Cup final, saw his face full of pain, and saw He let go of his hand... Then, he could only hug the heir who had slept forever on the hospital bed and wept bitterly.

When he woke up, tears were streaming down his face. Even though he was sober and knew that it was just a dream, the grief and despair in the dream still made him sit in the bedroom all morning and weep silently until the sadness in his heart dissipated— —

The music on the mobile phone woke up Redondo, who was in deep thought. After being stunned, he took the mobile phone to his ear with a slow reaction, "Fernando~~ How are you doing recently? Do you want to come to Spain to play with me~~ from Castile The little ones listen to me very much~~" As soon as the phone was connected, there were a lot of crackling voices coming from the other end in a joyful and clear tone. "The old captain ran home again? Fernando, you have to take care of him. He is now an assistant coach of the first team. You can't give yourself a vacation just because it's the summer break-Real Madrid has a lot of global activities." " Guti..." Redondo felt helpless for Guti's enthusiasm and unrestrained speech.

"Do you think you have the position to say this? Brat!" Hierro, holding the tea set in one hand and Redondo's cell phone in the other, yelled back at Guti over there.

Seeing the two arguing like children through the mobile phone, Lei Dongdo shook his head with a broken smile, and sighed softly with nostalgia.Recalling the beautiful and persistent blond boy many years ago... the crazy pursuit and admiring eyes, he was really tempted back then-but, the boy's desperate love made him hesitate.Guti's love is romantic and moving, but also vigorous and lingering.This kind of love is like a moth to a flame, even if he knows it is wrong, he will give it without complaint.In the face of his love, there is no reason to speak, no reason to speak of.When love is right, everything is right; when love is gone, everything is gone.

Hierro once said that his feelings are too rational to tolerate the slightest change of distraction and obsession. Guti's romance and passion stopped Redondo, and his pride could not tolerate his future self becoming ugly for love.

"You are so beautiful, it is true. I have glimpsed your face in crowded places, and I am overwhelmed, because you and I will never be together..." Redondo crooned James James Blunt's song, it was a kind of emotion called throbbing when he was young. He was already used to rationality, and he was overturned by emotion for the first time and lost control.It's a pity that behind those starry blue eyes, there is an unruly and yearning for freedom that no one can control. It is precisely because of this understanding that it becomes clearer that you cannot fall in love with him, because this is destined to be a road of no return.Therefore, his reason suppressed his emotions very well——

Perhaps for Redondo, the most touching love words are not that I love you, but that I am with you...

In the aroma of yerba mate tea, Redondo smiled and watched Hierro blushing and yelling at Guti with a thick neck. Guti who opened the notebook and Hierro's video bared his teeth and claws eagerly to crawl over from the screen, and then yeah Luo held Redondo's hand under Guti's nose, performed a chivalrous salute, and murmured in a nasty way, "You will always be my prince..." He laughed wildly, and reprimanded him angrily, And the gloating whistle...

Everything is so beautiful and comfortable——

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PS; in the picture of Dong Ge selling jerseys in the green belt, Gun Gun Xiao and I had a split.Brother Dong really loves football to the bone, and he is still promoting football all over the world at a long time.But we really don't understand what he thinks, such a person who loves feathers, leave a photo of this look.But I think Brother Dong didn't expect the effect to be so bad in that photo... After all, he only looks at the green field, jerseys, and football. . .It's still very harmonious...but when he squatted there...puh ha ha ha I want to search for a pounding emoji ha ha ha ha——