Madrid's early mornings are always busy, and the rush of people is interspersed with a girl with a simple duffel bag on her back. Benita sat in the waiting room, stuffing her own bread she had just bought to cope with hunger into her mouth, basically not sleeping all night gave her a headache, but she was not sleepy. She hesitated for a long time holding her mobile phone, and there were a basket of text messages in the draft box that had failed to be sent, but she never knew how to express her attitude clearly without completely breaking off her feelings for more than ten years.

That guy expressed his feelings so bluntly, was it fearless or what?Benita sighed silently in her heart again, she knew that she would not be able to go back to the old days.

The crowd in a hurry, this time is the peak time for office workers, and there are many parents who send their children to school. Benita looked at her watch, she was going to take the train that arrived at Atocha station at 7:40.

Fran, who was taking a lunch break, kept staring at his phone, eating a meal very absent-mindedly, as if he was just waiting for the girl to give him a reply. It's been a month, and no matter what she thinks about, she should finally have an answer. Anyway, as my sister said, if you really agree, of course it's a good thing, if it's really tragic and you reap the tragic ending, then you deserve it when you don't do anything.

It's just that even Fran, who had been playing with his mobile phone, noticed the unusual silence around him, and he looked up blankly only to find that they were all silently watching the TV in the lounge. The usual volume of the TV was turned up by Raul, who had a black face, and saw that the whole news broadcast was broadcast live in more than a dozen explosions at several major metro bus stations in Madrid today. Fran looked at this human tragedy in amazement, and he came to the training camp in the morning, so closed that if he hadn't seen this, he might not have known that it had happened. The reporter broadcast at the scene of the accident, "Atocha, Erpozuo, St. Eugenia and other stations have exploded within 10 minutes, and preliminary statistics have caused 67 deaths and hundreds of injuries in Erpozuo, and Atocha, where the explosion was the most severe, is still being rescued." The blood bank of the local hospital in Madrid is in an emergency, and a large number of caring people go to the hospital or blood donation vehicle to donate blood. ”

Everyone watched the news in silence, their faces pale because of this series of man-made terrorist acts. It can be seen in the live broadcast that the consequences of the explosion are very severe, and in a flash, the corpses that have been crushed under the bricks and tiles are unrecognizable, and the station and the vicinity of the railway tracks have been blocked by the isolation zone, but all kinds of wreckage and blood stains can still be seen. Firefighters were still struggling to rescue injured passengers in the twisted metal compartment, a look of depression and confusion.

The cause of the explosion and the suspects have already begun to be analyzed in the news, but most people are still shocked by the horrific scenes, especially the stations with a large number of passengers to and from the suburbs of Madrid, and people cannot break away for a while to analyze the cause of the incident as calmly as those experts. Some of his teammates, who don't live with him but live in Madrid, began to contact their relatives, and Fran confirmed that his family was okay when he came out of the house, but he couldn't help but panic. He stared at the TV without blinking, and Beckham, who was sitting next to him, thought that the kid was stubborn again, and didn't know what he was looking at, and slapped him on the shoulder to get Fran out of his musings.

Fran glanced at Beckham and just wanted to say that he was nothing, but suddenly the mobile phone that was put aside rang, it was a specially set ringtone from Benita, Fran was stunned, quickly grabbed the phone and connected it, and hurriedly said "Hey". Several people next to him glanced at each other, and this hurried gesture could not hide that he had been anxiously waiting for the other party's answer. Fran, who answered the phone, stood up suddenly, trying to stay calm but still unable to control the tremor of her voice, "You say, she's in Atocha?"

This sentence that did not control the volume at all instantly attracted the attention of everyone present.

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"Are you awake?" the fair-faced girl stared at the ceiling a little dazedly, as if she couldn't understand where she was for a moment. Fran looked at the pale girl on the hospital bed, only the abrasions were defined as minor injuries, if it weren't for the fact that she was hit on the head and fell into a coma and had the possibility of a concussion, I am afraid that she would not be assigned a ward in the hospital in this situation.

"What you said that day was too heavy. The first thing she said in a hoarse voice was neither where it was or what she wanted to drink, but Fran's eyes darkened as she realized the purpose of her return, relating him to his actions in the previous day's game.

Benita saw Fran's mind clearly, "I think maybe I just rejected you in the first place, and you'd definitely treat it as a broken love." But now that something like this has happened, I think maybe you'll always feel that you owe me something, that I'm sorry for you. ”

Hearing the girl who had come back from Italy for his reason and suffered from flesh and skin said this, her pale face made Fran no longer able to control her usual smile, and even the corners of her mouth looked extremely difficult, "Hey baby, you say that, where can I really forget you?" Benita smiled for the first time after she woke up, "Of course it's because you can't really forget me!"

Young people's feelings are always like this, of course, there are love that come naturally, but more often come inexplicably, and disappear silently. Love requires pleasure, resignation and total devotion, but human nature is suspicious, greedy and light-hearted. When two people have the same frequency, everything is good, but when a person is not at the same frequency as himself, even if every word you say makes sense and every sincere word is true, you can no longer listen to it. And perhaps the more reasonable it is, the more annoying it is, and the more touching it is, the more embarrassing it is.

Fran reached out and grabbed her wrist, his head resting on her palm, the palms of both of them were warm, it is estimated that for a long time they understood each other that they could not find someone who understood each other better and was more considerate of themselves, but because this did not constitute love, it became worthless as soon as they were moved. Benita affectionately raised her hand and touched Fran's head, this action made him more and more frustrated, your diligence, bravery, tallness, handsomeness, gentleness, single-mindedness, humor no longer meant anything to her at that moment, and in the face of your overtures, jokes, gifts, confessions, she was reluctant to shrug her shoulders and turn away, but you finally understood that even if she took it all, it would have no special meaning to her.

Fran thought that maybe he wouldn't be so natural with her after this incident, and he wouldn't regret it in the slightest, just a little sad. He remembered the conversation he had with Casillas, the 'love saint', who said that he knew everything about her, but was disdainfully told by the other party that 'people will hide and lie about something for fear of losing'. It is estimated that Igor will understand what kind of relationship the two of them will be between them. He asked him blankly, "What's wrong with this", and Casillas replied almost perfunctorily at that time, and now, for Fran, even if there is, it is nothing.

Yes, what's bad, and even if there is, it's nothing.

Fran felt that this was the first time he had fallen out of love in the true sense of the word, and he probably cried with a pillow to be more comfortable when he went home. At least he felt like he could force himself to go home and cry again, really, he wanted to say you know, I don't have the odds of winning as I seemed, every beat of my heart is blood flowing through my brain and questioning myself 'can make it', but you won't see me anymore I'm going to be flustered by this, by the way, I guess I won't see the next woman either.

I'm a director, I'm a screenwriter, I'm planning the future, looking forward to all the good things in life, every page of the script is full of happiness, and time will string them together, and I will wear them around your neck with my own hands.

I think as an athlete, a star who will be famous in the future, I think our story will definitely sell well, because we can be romantic and crazy, we can be delicate and affectionate, handsome men and beautiful women, there are memories and entanglements, who would not love such a story?

On the fourth page of the script, we'll take advantage of the holidays to drive through cities and fields, with every flower in our path.

On the fifth page, I got down on one knee on the pitch and proposed to you with a diamond ring, I was a little sorry I couldn't score, but the atmosphere at the Bernabeu will definitely be infectious. As long as you nod your head, from now on, your joys, sorrows and sorrows will be carried by me alone.

On page 9, we live in our wedding room, every piece of furniture and furnishings is carefully selected by us, we will live very close to our parents, and if I make you angry, you can easily go home and hide from me. I must be the one who is at fault, and I will lick my face and apologize before carrying you home.

Thirteen pages, let all the friends come to the house to open a party duì. Anyway, you can't even cook as well as me, so I'll be in charge of cooking and you'll be in charge of hospitality. Don't be distracted by my over-looking teammates, they're better looking than me, but none of them are better for you than I am for you. I'm serious, I'm not joking about it.

Twenty pages we have children of our own, and although I was looking forward to a girl, I think the first one would be a boy. It's okay that he can be an older brother and take care of his sister in the future. Every girl should have an older brother to spoil her, but if it's a girl, it's even more delightful.

Twenty-five pages, I think I may be in the decline after I have reached the peak of form, and you should not be sad about injuries and failures, your man will not be easily defeated by these.

On page twenty-nine, I don't know if the stinky boy will like football, and if he does, I'll shove him into Lafabrica, but if he doesn't, I won't force it. Really, I won't force it, you don't have to follow him to fool me.

Thirty-three pages, you have achieved your dream, I think that in a while I can retire at home, and you can go out and enjoy yourself.

Forty pages and fifty pages, our scripts are plain and □□, and there are large sections of the plot that are not allowed to be described below the neck, the themes are romantic, the styles are diverse, and the photo wall is always full of photo frames, and every minute is worth remembering.

Even the punctuation marks were sweet when I wrote this script, I pretended to hold your hand inadvertently, you naturally teased my nerves, and the tears and bite marks that fell on my shoulders, we quietly promised for life.

I started writing this script, I'm the director, I'm the screenwriter, I decided to direct and act with confidence, you are my heroine. I'm going to do everything I can to get every shot out of my life, and I'm confident that this story will sell well. Childhood sweethearts have no guesses, we are an admirable couple, since I was a child, I made a decision to be together forever when I grew up, and the children surrounded me to ask for the experience I pursued, and let me tell the story with you over and over again.

But it's pathetic, the fuck is only on the second page, and you're on strike.

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Fran knocked on Casillas's door with his schoolbag on his back, and looked unabashedly pitiful, "I'm out of love." Casillas, who had a toothbrush in his mouth and a mouth full of foam, looked at him blankly, turned sideways to let him in, and said a vague but natural "oh".

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From that day on, the dark days of Real Madrid's 0304 season came, and I was ashamed to think of the astonishing end-of-season collapse. And incidentally, although Fran had a few girlfriends and my best friend since then, he eventually lost his first love. First love is a good thing and a bad thing, the good thing is that you always remember who your first love was, and the bad thing is that you often lose her. I don't know what he thinks about it, but in my opinion, it's probably all bad for him.

How unserious a person can be, how affectionate he can be. If I think about it, from this point on, I should have imagined the logical thing that happened later.

- Casillas: A Goalkeeper's Monologue