[football] this god

Leo finally found a psychiatrist. In order to show his support for this, Mendes even took the initiative to sit and wait on the sofa in the living room of the clinic. For a moment, Mendes felt as if he was waiting for his puppy love. The mother whose daughter checked the results of gynecology...

Mommy...

But for the huge wealth that Mr. Macy will bring in the future, Mr. Mendes still endured it.

The time for the first consultation was not "too long". Before Mr. Mendes was about to read the No.20 Guardian ball commentary, Mr. Messi finally came out.

Mr. Garcia, the consultant who sent him out, had a relaxed and happy expression, "Hello, Mr. Mendez, do you want to make an appointment for your consultation time?"

Look, look, now even his player's psychological counselor realizes that he is about to be angered by these two bastards and has psychological problems-Mr. Mendes is sad in his heart, but he has to show his face With a happy smile, "I don't need it for the time being, Mr. Garcia, I don't think I need it for the time being."

Mr. Garcia put on a "you'll need it soon" look, which put Mr. Mendez in a bad mood.But Mr. Mendez still had to show a happy expression, "Okay, Mr. Garcia, then Mr. Messi and I will take our leave first."

Mendes originally thought that Messi would find this kind of social rhetoric annoying and walked away, but he did not expect that instead of showing the slightest impatient look, Messi politely said goodbye to Mr. Garcia and said goodbye to Mr. Garcia. Say goodbye next time - Mendes looked straight, he had never seen Messi so polite.

Mendes felt that this part was very unusual—although he trusted Mr. Garcia, he still couldn't help worrying. After all, it was not unprecedented for a psychiatrist to induce his clients to become dependent on psychological counseling.However, the conversation between the psychiatrist and the client is a very private and secret thing. Although Mendes had doubts, he couldn't open his mouth to ask.

But Mendes didn't worry for too long, and Leo spoke up.

"Is Ronaldo's counselor also Mr. Garcia?" Leo asked.

Mendez didn’t think at first why he was asking the question, but he responded anyway, “No, he has another counselor — what do you think? Do you want another one?”

Leo shook his head and continued to ask: "Will you ask the consultant about the player's consultation status?"

This is the biggest question about everyone's professionalism, and Mendes feels aggrieved, "Of course not, unless there is a very serious problem with the player's mental state and I need to assist in the treatment, and even then the psychological counselor will usually ask the player himself If the player insists on disagreeing, the consultant is unlikely to tell me. So you don't have to worry, the counselors I find for the players are all professional quality..."

"I'm not worried about this." Leo frowned and waved his hand.

"So what are you worried about?" Mendes finally couldn't help asking.

Leo said nothing.

——"Did the counselor help you a lot?" Leo couldn't help asking Cristiano that day.

Cristiano admitted this of course—since he wanted Leo to get help from a counselor, of course he would admit this, "Of course, I actually think I have benefited a lot. Although some people think this is irrelevant, some people don't I believe that a psychological counselor can help a player, but I personally think that relieving psychological pressure is quite helpful to a player. After all, it is difficult for a player to perform well when he stands on the court tremblingly.”

"I'm not nervous right now."

"Of course, you are angry now." Cristiano "follows kindness", "but all negative emotions are the same, they all hurt a player."

"Have all the counseling people you've seen in the past benefited?" Leo continued.

Cristiano seemed very patient, like a teacher explaining to a child that one plus one equals two, "Not everyone, but many people benefited—actually some people are not very good at receiving psychological counseling, you know, they Don’t really trust their therapist. So they won’t open up to the therapist, but that’s not me, I will tell the therapist how I feel—I think that’s the real counseling.”

"Don't be bored, otherwise negative emotions will only accumulate infinitely, and in the end people around you will not be able to bear it, and that will be even worse."

Leo was silent for a while, "Will everyone around me be unbearable?"

"Of course," Cristiano persuaded earnestly with the attitude of someone who has experienced it, "everyone's tolerance has a limit. When they find that you cannot be "influenced", of course they will be impatient.You know, everyone has troubles in life, and no one is in the mood to comfort another person endlessly. "

——"Is Ronaldo a person with a stronger mental capacity than me?" Leo suddenly asked Mendes.

Mendes hesitated and didn't know how to answer. After all, the biggest crime he had charged Messi for many years was "glass heart", but it is obviously not suitable to say this kind of truth at any time.Mr. Mendez pondered for a long time, "Cristiano has actually experienced a lot of things, and he himself is more like joking-some things are actually not good to be stuffed in your heart, and it will be fine after you say it."

Although Mendes didn't say directly that he thought Rio was inferior to Ronaldo, it was obvious that Messi heard it.

But Messi didn't seem to care about it very much, he just smiled, "Ronaldo is always the lovable one, right?"

Mendes said in his heart that you also know that you are not welcome?But in order to maintain the normal relationship between himself and his most important client, he still comforted Leo, "People are different, but for the football world, the player who can always bring victory to the team The most likable."

Mendes waited for a long time, but Leo didn't speak anymore—of course Mendes knew that the other party didn't want to talk anymore, but he still lost to his curiosity in the end.

"Uh, Mr. Macy, so why on earth were you worried that I would find out about your mental state?" Mendes asked cautiously. More like a bullied daughter-in-law waiting to be reprimanded by her mother-in-law-although he doesn't feel like he has anything to reprimand, after all, he only cares about his players.

Leo said nothing.

Leo knew that Cristiano and Mendes were very close, and they could even talk about everything. He was a little worried—he was worried that Mendes would tell Cristiano about him, and that Cristiano would know He is that kind of person.

——"Little Mr. Macy, can you talk? I have told you a lot, but if you don't say a word, I think our consultation will be of little value." When Mr. Garcia finally analyzed Leo After his anger on the court, he looked at Leo who had been listening silently, and persuaded him a little helplessly.

Leo recalled what Cristiano said before "opening his heart" before he reluctantly said: "I'm not very good at expressing."

Mr. Garcia gave Leo an encouraging smile, but didn't interrupt.

"I've been told I'm gloomy and scary—not to my face, but what I've heard," Leo said dryly. "I think that's a very unpleasant personality. I've been encouraged to talk to other people more. People communicate, talk, but I can't force myself to do it. I don't like to talk too much with people."

Mr. Garcia couldn't help laughing, "Well, I have to thank you for your willingness to tell me."

Leo froze for a moment, then smiled and shook his head, "The man encouraged me to talk to a counselor. The man said that opening up is the only way to get results."

Mr. Garcia couldn't help raising his eyebrows, and showed a slightly ambiguous smile again-Leo ignored this.

"I actually don't like the people around me that much," Leo said.

Mr. Garcia’s smile is still polite and gentle, and he doesn’t seem to have any special thoughts on this sentence—but it’s normal, Leo thought. As a psychological consultant, Mr. Garcia may have seen countless strange people. There was no way to surprise him.So Leo went on to say, "Actually, there are almost no people around me that I like, I mean, I don't hate them, I just don't care about them-I have friends, but I don't care about my friends. I don’t really care much about my state. It seems to be the reason why I’m gloomy and unlikable, and it seems to be the reason why I can’t communicate with people.”

Mr. Garcia nodded with a smile, ""That person"—the person who persuaded you to open up, don't you care about this person? "

Leo frowned, "I don't like talking about this guy, can't we just talk about my 'friends'? "

Mr. Garcia nodded. "Of course, we all have special people in our lives—special people that aren't meant to be shared with other people."

"I want..." Leo paused, "I would occasionally chat with my friends before I met a certain person, but since I met this person, apart from this person , I don't want to talk to anyone - because I've met the only person who understands me, so I can't stand talking to other people. I don't want to talk to anyone, but it seems that I continue like this. I'm not doing any good by myself. And, if I can't deal with my negativity, maybe one day that person can't take it anymore..."

When Leo said this, he suddenly stopped. He seemed to feel that he had said too much and too deeply—the psychological counseling room is really a sinful place, where he was actually induced to say so much invisibly.thought Leo.

"I don't know, Mr. Garcia, tell me, what else can I do?" Leo hurriedly ended his statement.

Mr. Garcia lowered his head and wrote down the words "extremely ill" in his notebook. After thinking about it, he underlined a few key points under these words.

You have to tell Mendes that the players he recommends will have an extra price increase in the future.Mr. Garcia thought so, and wrote down this sentence in his notebook by the way.