Fran, who fell to the ground, did not immediately get up, and sat up as he watched the soccer ball fly out of the beam, his heart going up and down. But instead of returning to its original place, the heart feels like a sinking distortion of the whole heart.

The stadium camera was taken, I don't know if it was a problem with the viewing angle, His eyes darkened and deepened, and it seemed to change from the ridiculous honey color to dark brown. Seeing that he was about to restart the ball before standing up, he subconsciously looked around and met Ancelotti, who was frowning on the sidelines, and also caught a glimpse of the assistant coach calling Pepe up from the bench.

Forlan froze, as if he was suddenly awake because of the manager's intentions, and subconsciously waved his hand at Ancelotti, meaning to tell the manager not to replace him. After he made the move, he actually wanted to ask himself if he really couldn't kick, but the truth was that no matter what the answer was, he didn't want to be given up by Ancelotti at this moment.

He also sometimes thinks, if Igor's form declines badly, shouldn't he be balanced and willing to be a substitute? He has also done countless psychological counseling for himself, when he is older, it's time for Sergio to show himself, tactics need to cooperate with him and listen carefully, even if he consumes physical strength, it will have a greater impact on Barcelona, and even when Messi relies on his physical fitness to eat himself, to be honest, Forlan only has a momentary suddenness, and he can even laugh at himself in his heart, This is probably a report and a report.

But none of this was left upset by the sideline manager's desire to substitute him. Even if there was a deliberate squandering of physical energy in the first half, was he, Francisco Alvarez, really so bad that he couldn't even play the entire national derby?

He looked in the direction of Carlo Ancelotti, and he wanted to say that he had played for Real Madrid for more than a decade and had never been substituted in regular time. I don't know if Ancelotti understood what Forlan meant, but the Italian sighed and waved his hand to signal Pepe to sit back.

With so many people following the national derby, Mourinho closed the notebook that had been recorded evenly and put it aside, leaning back on the sofa with his arms folded over his chest. In the picture, Fran got up again, ready to go, and he remembered that he had joked with Fran that as long as Fran was not injured and needed to be taken off on a stretcher, he would have to start until the game was over. There is also an exaggerated evaluation of Forlan, "The steel and iron bones tailored for Real Madrid will lift Real Madrid to the sky if it works, if it can't, it will be folded."

At this moment, Mourinho thought, if he was in Ancelotti's position, what would he do in this round of the game? The Portuguese looked at Forlan, who had been reintroduced into the next round of offensive and defensive battles, and he understood that if it was him, he would probably replace Forlan directly even if he had a dispute with him after the game.

On the court, Fran's exhaustion was extremely noticeable, sweating profusely and unsteadily, and it seemed that even the defense was starting to lose balance. The Stingy Boos rang out at the Santiago Bernabeu Stadium from the Barça fans, who were ecstatic to find that the Barca had been in the driver's seat for many years had suddenly declined. The commentator was criticizing Carlo Ancelotti's ability to make substitutions on the spot, and instead of keeping Forlan on the pitch any longer, it would be better to replace energetic players to move the pitch.

The reporters on the sidelines were divided, and another reporter from Marca looked at the silent Arnold Theodore next to him and looked very abrupt, "You should also believe that he can sustain the whole game, right?" Such a conversation took place in the stands and around the world watching the national derby, and in their eyes, he was a giant who resisted everything, a perpetual motion machine that operated freely, and a belief that would not admit defeat.

Theodore looked at a certain defensive point that was focused on by Barcelona and watched Real Madrid's firepower on the offensive end, until Ronaldo, who had an excellent sense of the ball today, hit Real Madrid's third goal in this game and stretched the score to an absolute advantage of 3-1 at the Bernabeu Stadium.

In the midst of the goal celebrations from the Meilingers, Theodore watched the corner kick point celebration Ronaldo was finally willing to break the silence, and his voice was so hoarse that it was surprising, "I'd rather Ancelotti not let Fran mess around and replace him as soon as possible." ”

Barcelona on the football field seem to be really following through on Xavi's pre-match proposal, Real Madrid and Alvarez, both of which will break at least one. A comeback over the next two dozen minutes seems unlikely, as Real Madrid's attacking line is in full form at the moment. But Barcelona have no chance of shrinking and continue to attack Real Madrid's now seemingly shaky backline.

When Neymar cut past Forlan's defence, Ramos, who was on the backguard, intercepted the ball and cleared it widely. Without Neymar saying anything, Ramos could almost feel Fran trembling slightly.

Xavi thought to himself, this club is about to win, but Fran, you don't want to laugh out loud because of this victory. Because of how much you've left behind at this club, has there ever been a day when your football was played entirely for yourself?

Real Madrid had a corner, Modric served from the corner, and everyone crowded in the Barcelona penalty area. The football came out, and there was a gust of wind in the Barcelona penalty area, and it was regrettable that Pique's header was ferried to the feet of his own Mascherano in the header competition, and Mascherano immediately cleared the siege, and Real Madrid's attack was terminated.

Forlan was not involved in Real Madrid's corner kick attack, standing outside the Barcelona penalty area and saw Mascherano kick the ball in the direction of Real Madrid, and turned to chase it. Real Madrid has played too much in the past ten minutes, not only the offensive line, but even Ramos and Marcelo are piled up in the Barcelona penalty area, resulting in Real Madrid almost a vast grassland at the gallop in the half, only Forlan close to the center circle and Carvajal on the backline.

Going hand in hand with football is Barcelona's well-deserved trump card, Lionel Messi.

Fran, who failed to detect Barcelona's intentions at the first moment, started slightly later than Messi, and at this moment he ran towards the ball landing point, unexpectedly one step late to Messi, and was controlled by the Argentine. However, Messi's subsequent choice was unexpected, he did not choose any complicated passing moves, only directly kicked the football into the front court, and then accelerated and ran in the direction of the football again.

There is a saying on the football field, "He passed the ball to himself three seconds later", which may refer to this scene on the field at this time.

It seems like there are only two people left in the stadium for a moment, and speed is certainly not the only thing when it comes to football. But at this moment, speed is the only thing.

From the initial two barely side by side, to Messi's stride with the ball and Fran was gradually left behind, the distance between the two people is visibly getting bigger and bigger.

The excellent results from the start of last season have allowed the Millingers to support the home team as much as possible, and the Santiago Bernabeu Stadium has only reserved a few hundred seats for the Barcelona fans who arrive away. But for a while, at the Bernabeu Stadium, it seemed that only the cheers of Barcelona fans could be heard as Messi ran, and the boos from Real Madrid disappeared little by little.

In the midst of this ordinary but unusual run, there seemed to be a clear broken sound in people's ears, and the image that had been praised by countless people for many years seemed to be shattered in an instant.

The white jersey that used to be so chic and good-looking on him forever seems to have become rustic and ugly. People subconsciously list in their minds the glory he had gained at his peak, as well as the first glimpses of the first glimpses that are still fresh in their memories.

Football is a sport that is difficult for people to perceive aging, because there are always countless fresh blood running on the green field, and football is easy to make people feel aging, probably because the football king who is worshiped as a god will be swept up in blood by the pig-killing knife of time.

Messi is still accelerating, and there is now only Real Madrid defender Carvajal between him and Real Madrid goalkeeper Casillas. He remembered the nightmare of his debut in La Liga, when he was crushed by Forlan's all-round defense in the national derby, and remembered the scene when Kaka, who came on as a substitute in the second half, could not keep up with the defence.

He ran with the ball with all his heart, and a picture instantly formed in front of his eyes. The brightest part of the picture is a rolling football, and the goal not far away is the door to a new world. Many people blamed Messi's severe dip in form in the second half and repeated vomiting on the sidelines. But no one thought about these problems at this time, because Messi, who was running wildly, was simply showing the race between humans and football.

Messi was another exaggerated man-ball in the face of Carvajal's defense, although Carvajal had noticed Messi's movement in advance and made countermeasures, but he could only be overtaken by Messi like a stake.

Football continues to fly, Messi continues to move forward.

And this time, it should have formed the best round of La Liga and even the European arena but it didn't happen, Messi got up and slammed towards the goal, but Casillas was held up with both hands, and the football hit the goal frame and popped off the field. There was a moment of silence throughout the Bernabeu stadium.

Casillas made a meritorious service.

“... Casillas has made a meritorious service!" The narrator should have said a sentence of great luck, but he said it weakly.

Casillas looked down at his hands, which he could feel uncontrollably trembling after this round of defense. But that's not the focus of his attention at the moment, Casillas's eyes went beyond Messi in the penalty area to hold his head in pain for the loss, past Carvajal who looked at him apologetically, and finally stopped at Forlan.

There was finally an undisguised dazed look on Forlan's face, which he had expected when the head coach laid it out, but the reality was much more brutal than he expected. Seeing that Messi's attack was terminated, Fran felt that all the strength in his body was withdrawn, and the pain of the cramp in his right leg and thigh surged up in the next second, and he felt that his right leg was blocked, and he couldn't even bend his knee, so he could only fall to the ground uncontrollably.

Casillas watched as he slammed his whole body to the ground, and he could see the pain on his face, and he didn't know where the pain was coming from. He couldn't tell if today's Fran was like yesterday's declining state, or tomorrow's self would be in a slump like today's Fran. He just never had a moment when he was so clear about a fact.

He always thought that people grow old slowly, but in fact, they are not, people will probably grow old in an instant.

And Forlan, who fell to the ground, looked up at the night sky of the Bernabeu stadium with unfocused eyes, perhaps according to his previous character, he gritted his teeth and continued to carry it, but this time the chance of the dead ball, he looked in the direction of Ancelotti and made a substitution gesture.

Ancelotti was stunned when he saw his gesture, and paused for a few seconds before waving behind him, signaling Pepe to prepare for the game.

The team doctor saw that Fran did not have a calf cramp but a thigh cramp, and planned to take him off the field on a stretcher. This is because if the thigh cramps caused by excessive exercise are not properly handled, it is very easy to cause muscle strain.

The referee, the managers and players of both sides, the fans at the Bernabeu Stadium and the cameras all focused on Forlan. After trying to stand up unsuccessfully, Fran stared at the sky and waited for the team doctor to rescue him.

People's hearts are soft at first, and then in the process of growing up, they will become cold and hard for various reasons, wearing armor, drawing horizontal ditches, loading cannonballs, and building fortresses, as if to isolate themselves into an impregnable city.

But one day people's hearts will change after all, and one day we will willingly take off our armor, fill in the ditch, make the tide of cannonballs, and tear down the fortress for someone or something, and we will be willing to dismantle everything used to protect ourselves, so that the cold and hard heart will become soft again.

And then it was a complete defeat.

Francisco Álvarez.

He is not afraid of slander, and he has long been accustomed to injuries, but what he fears most is the collapse of faith, and he doesn't even dare to think about it.

The bright light in his eyes in the lens dimmed a little after being carried on the stretcher, completely unfocused, and his shaky figure was a little rickety. It is rare that his expression is no longer hidden, it is broken, it is indeed broken, and all the confidence and faith that he has been shattered by reality are spread out on his face, as if he will collapse at the touch of it.

Raul is the banner of Real Madrid, Guti is the complex of Real Madrid, Casillas is the reliance of Real Madrid, he is the blood and backbone of Real Madrid. People always think that Francisco Álvarez will not break even if he is dead, and his vision is bright from beginning to end. But they're all old, really old.

Forlan, who was carried off the field, ended up on the bench, and Isco next to him tried to talk to him several times but he was perfunctory. He just watched what was happening on the pitch, Pepe's solid defence, the regrouping midfield, and Bale's fourth goal of the game.

In the midst of the celebration, Fran lowered his head and gently covered his eyes, his voice was hoarse and soft enough that only he could hear, "I am sad to death. ”

He died of grief.

Watching everything that happened during the game, Mourinho finally couldn't help but raise his hand and turn off the TV screen. He leaned back on the sofa, as tired as if he had coached a key battle, and raised his hand to cover his forehead and muttered.

“... Fold. ”

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