Everybody wanted to know what was going on, and the replay footage decrypted part of it. Casillas successfully held Aguero's shot in his arms, threw his hand to Forlan for scheduling, the offense and defense immediately turned, Forlan held the ball in the middle of the field and advanced quickly, next to Costa grabbed it, Forlan transferred directly to Alonso who ran to the backfield to meet before he approached, Alonso immediately rushed forward after the ball.

Alonso unleashed a new onslaught, and behind him there was an excessive clash. Before Fran, who was passing the ball with his left foot, could stand firmly, someone on the right side suddenly smashed his body into Fran's right leg, which was temporarily supported by all his body's gravity. The object of the body collision, Costa, no one would think that it was just a mistake caused by his lack of footing, and the camera clearly recorded Costa's legs flying as he hit Fran's right leg, and at that moment Costa weighed all over Fran's supporting leg. Fran's shin guards are even shifted to protrude, giving the illusion that the leg bones are violently deformed.

Real Madrid's attack was still going on, and Casillas, who had seen the scene in full view, ran out of the goal like crazy after an initial panic. Marcelo, who was near the scene of the incident, had already raised his fist and looked like he wanted to beat Diego Costa, but Fran, who was hit by Costa and fell to the ground, didn't care about his dizzy head, and lay on the ground and waved blindly to try to grab Marcelo's leg in a tired way.

Real Madrid's attack failed, and the referee blew the whistle again, and at first it was Costa and Forlan again, and only after seeing that Forlan still hadn't stood up did he realize that something was wrong. Atletico Madrid's half-time players only then noticed that something bad had happened, and Diego Forlan looked at Costa who was surrounded by Real Madrid defenders and felt tired, but he could only lead his teammates to stop him.

Fran felt safe as he was surrounded by his teammates, and he lay on the ground and looked up to feel the blinding lights around the court, and the vertigo and the screeching sound of new chalk grinding on a chalkboard faded into his ears after the impact on the back of his head. Fran shook his concussion head slightly, and felt that there was nothing wrong with him, so he tried to stand up. However, contrary to his wishes, Fran's attention has not been on his right leg, but as soon as his leg moves, the pain is dulled and flooded into Fran's brain.

The two sides were still pushing, Fran gritted his teeth and took out the broken shin guard from the sock of his right leg, raised his hand and threw it onto the court. Fran tried to stand up on his elbows, and onlookers were unconsciously relieved, thinking that it was not a big problem. But he didn't succeed, and the sharp pain in his right leg made his whole face twist together, and Casillas, as the captain, looked back at him worriedly, but had to negotiate at the front of the line. Ramos quickly helped him sit up to avoid secondary damage, and looked at Fran's broken shin guards on the ground and the force marks on the shin guards, and had the worst guess, "How does it feel?" but before Fran could answer, he kept repeating "Tell me it's okay, tell me it's okay, tell me it's okay..."

Fran looked at his legs and felt more powerless than ever. The day before it was said that he could do anything for Real Madrid, but now he can't even stand. He struggled to control his raised arms from shaking on the sidelines, Ramos hurriedly shouted 'stretcher' to the sidelines, Fran took a few deep breaths and clenched his fists, the pain didn't seem to matter much.

Diego Forlan desperately tried his best to prevent the Real Madrid players from tearing Costa apart in a hurry, and he finally realized the good popularity of this Forlan in Real Madrid, but he couldn't control himself from looking at Forlan's state. He has never had any injuries in recent years, and he has played full time in the past two or three seasons, even if they will talk about whether he really gave birth to a steel skeleton in the football circle, but the reality tells him that it is not.

He couldn't see the injury to Fran's leg, and subconsciously shifted to his face, his eyes were red from the physical pain, and the difference was that it was like a bystander's expressionlessness. What was he thinking? was it regret, curse, or...?

The next moment, the eyes of Diego Forlan and Francisco Alvarez collided together, and the direct gaze made Diego Forlan sweat coldly on his back, the Real Madrid defender was obviously silent, but the deep meaning in his eyes made Diego Forlan, who had been through the storm, work hard for a long time to control himself and not subconsciously retreat. Regret, swearing?

There is clearly resentment in his eyes, but not Diego Costa, because he is not targeting an individual, but the whole team.

Forlan didn't say a word and let the Real Madrid medical stretcher carry him off the field, he neither grinned nor cried, and the silence contrasted sharply with the anger of those around him, wasn't he in pain?

In the post-match press conference, Mourinho seemed to be infected by this silence, changing his hateful style, facing a series of questions from reporters about Forlan's condition, he rubbed his brow tiredly, and replied with a blank look, "The preliminary estimate in the team is that the tibia is fractured, and we have to be glad that Forlan's shin guards are of good quality and block part of the impact." ”

The reporters who heard this reply collectively gasped, what is the good quality of the shin guards? What kind of disaster would have happened to Fran if there were no shin guards that were broken in two on the field? Isn't a tibia fracture a serious injury for a football player?

Real Madrid's game ended 3-0, in which Diego Costa was awarded a yellow card by the referee in the scuffle, resulting in two yellows and one red in this game. But because of Forlan's accidental injury, no one can think that Real Madrid is still a victory in this round.

The cheers in the dressing room were not the usual cheers after the derby victory, and Casillas, who watched the whole process, thought it was caused by the deformation of the leg bone when he saw Fran's shin guard plate outward, but now he was terrified when he thought about it, clutched his mobile phone and waited for the diagnosis to be urgently sent to the hospital.

Arnold Theodore, one of Marca's leading football journalists, slumped in his office chair with his eyes closed, waiting for the results ahead.

Is there still a shortage of people who have had their athletic careers cut short because of serious injuries? God has favored him to create such a body, so will he be able to survive this?

Suddenly, the door to Theodore's office was pushed open, and his assistant held the door panting, "The team that went to the hospital got the diagnosis, and it was more optimistic than we expected, it was not a comminuted fracture of the tibia, nor did it hurt the fibula or patella..."

Theodore interrupted him, "Don't talk nonsense, tell me the final diagnosis!" The assistant also understood the urgency of the head, "The tibia and tibia are cracked, but the hospital has already begun to arrange surgery." ”

Theodore couldn't believe his ears, "Tibia bone?" he let out a sigh of relief, which was indeed much more optimistic than they had imagined, "Depending on the condition of the operation, it shouldn't be a season reimbursement." ”

The assistant nodded, only to see the slight smile on the corner of Theodore's mouth make him tremble, and said, "Next, it should be Atletico Madrid's trouble." ”

Those who followed the accident were a little relieved to get the news, even if they weren't Real Madrid fans, and people would be able to empathize with Forlan's injury, imagining what would happen if it was themselves or their favorite players who were kicked by Costa.

The Real Madrid iron man had to have surgery, and it is still unknown what he can recover from after surgery.

However, Real Madrid had to go on despite the lack of a main defender. Next up is the 1/16 second leg of the Copa del Rey, with Real Madrid hosting Murcia. Real Madrid's backline as a whole was a little uncomfortable and impetuous, Arbeloa, who took Forlan's position, was sent off with a red card, and even Mourinho on the sidelines was sent to the stands by the referee. Although the final 5-1 ended, it is a pity that Casillas's clean sheet record could not be maintained, but the clean sheet length of 1,062 has left most people in the dust, although it still failed to break Abel Recino's record of more than 1,200 minutes without conceding a goal in La Liga.

It's just that everyone knows that Recino is the legendary goalkeeper of Atletico Madrid twenty years ago.

In the 11th round of La Liga, Sporting Gijón 0-1 Real Madrid, in the 12th round of La Liga, Real Madrid 5-1 Athletic Bilbao, and in the Champions League group stage, Real Madrid defeated Ajax 4-0 away.

In Fran's ward, Carvajal looked at his patron with a depressed expression, "Is it because the nurse doesn't take good care of you? Why do you want to be discharged?" Fran put aside the newspaper with good news in his hand, "It's boring." ”

Carvajal glanced at the comic books on the bed next to him and thought he could open a comic shop. He knew that he could not be persuaded and that he would indeed be able to be discharged from the hospital twenty days after the operation, but he added, just in case, "Real Madrid has no one to shake your position now." ”

Fran shrugged, "I know. ”

"The rest of the people on the court will envy your good physique, and if someone else is injured, it's just the tibia, the tibia and the patella will be crushed, you're a bone crack, thank goodness. Carvajal looked at his report showing that he was recovering well, and still had to get a "I know" reply.

"Then why are you so sluggish?" Carvajal asked Fran, who first glanced at his whole body exaggeratedly, indicating that he didn't have a reason to be in a slump? But in the end, Fran could only relent, "I can't tell, I'm just tired." ”

"This club is tiring you?"

"I feel like I'm making me tired. ”

Carvajal didn't know how to answer for a while, so he could only change the subject after a moment of silence, "Most people who are on the news are now condemning Costa's actions. How about we add to the fire?" he knew that his patron wasn't a fun-loving person, but he was by no means an easy one to solve, so Fran was a little more interested, "You didn't speak up for me before, did you?"

"No, what do you want to say?"

"This game made me understand," Fran said in a fluttering voice, as if he would miss it if he was not careful, "when I think about other people's careers, not necessarily people think about my careers. ”

He is indeed able to say this sentence, he is not a defender without small movements, and he can not be described as a clean kick, but there is no doubt that he has never let the opponent have any injuries, even in the World Cup where he is about to lose his mind, he has never moved the idea of shoveling the Spanish striker off the field.

“... On the club's head?" Carvajal asked in hindsight, and Forlan looked up at him, revealing his first refreshed and vengeful smile since the meeting, "Well, on Atletico Madrid's head." ”

“... So what will you do next time?"

"Then it will be explained with practical actions next time. ”

The agent actually felt a bad breath at this answer, and he stood up decisively, "I'll go through the discharge procedures for you." ”

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Fran, who was on crutches, was stunned when he returned home, and asked Carvajal next to him, "What about Mesut?" "Your little teammate thinks that you are hospitalized, and it is not good for him to live in your house by himself, so he went to Benzema's house for a while." But I should be back in a few days, so I can take care of you a little. ”

Although Fran was obviously on crutches, he really didn't feel that he needed to be taken care of, so he asked, "What about my Sisko?" After thinking for a long time before he realized that this name belonged to Fran's dog, Carvajal laughed dryly, "You can't expect me to remember to take care of him every day, I put him in the pet store, but I forgot to get it back." Shall I go and bring your Sisko back tomorrow?"

Fran, who already had a premonition that it was very likely that his dog, which did not seem to have a hippocampus, would bark at him like a stranger when he returned, felt tired for a while, and he waved his hand to signal Carvajal to drop his bag on the couch and leave.

“... Are you sure you can take care of yourself on your own, right?"

Fran didn't say a word, but walked to the living room on crutches, and waved his hand to signal Carvajal to hurry up.

By the time Fran put himself on the couch and left as Carvajal closed the door, Fran collapsed in his position. There are always times when people have the sadness and passion of being anxious to be examined by others, and they have too simple fantasies and too stubborn paranoia about the road.

Forlan originally thought that even if he was injured for half a year, it would not be a big deal, because Real Madrid had no one to take his place, not to mention that at the age of 22, he could sit calmly on the bench for the second half of the year.

But now he thinks that maybe half a year at the age of 22 and half a year at the age of 30 are not the same after all.

[The glory shines on the Spanish sports world, and the white battle flag of Madrid will never be dimmed. As the sun sets, the sun gradually escapes from this Madrid mansion, and the first defender is still wearing a plaster cast on his right leg, and the Real Madrid team song that he suddenly hums does not have the slightest blood boiling, but looks pitiful.

[O glamorous club, generous, iron-blooded!] Both the old and the rookie, no matter the old and the rookie, always respectfully and excitedly, look up to its laurels. Fran stared at the ceiling of his house and sang the song that was deep in his bones and melted in his blood, as if looking up at his own unattainable dream.

[Come on Madrid! Come on Madrid! The noble and warlike leader, the world-famous knight. Fran's voice was a little hoarse, as if he was convincing himself, and as if he was consoling the boy who was full of this club more than ten years ago, "Go and win in the open, and defend your flag. 】

Go and win the victory above board and defend your banner. So he did it because Fran knew he wasn't just representing himself, he was representing the club.

Every time he sang this song, he would uncontrollably boil with excitement and repeatedly break the tone, but this time he clearly grasped the pitch very well, but the more he sang, the more lonely he became, and the more he sang, the more sad he became.

Fran controlled her body, which was about to curl up, but was suddenly awakened by the sudden ringing of a doorbell. He scolded his agent angrily in his heart, it turned out that he walked so neatly to toss the cash cow that he was still staying in the middle of the injury! Thinking like this, Fran let the doorbell ring, and did not intend to open the door at all.

Contrary to Fran's imaginary Carvajal blockage, the doorbell stopped and rang again and again, and even later on, with the sound of a stormy slamming door. Fran had to stand up on crutches and walk towards the door, Atletico Madrid's diehards wouldn't have learned of his discharge so quickly and simply settled themselves, right?

The moment the door opened, looking at the 1.95 meter tall man standing outside the door, Fran suddenly lost his speech function.

"On the day of the national team's training camp, I just came to see your condition for the manager, and he didn't believe what the newspaper said, and he always felt that it was too ideal. I'm not worried at all, I don't know you yet. The 1.95-meter-tall man withdrew his fist to slam the door, he glanced at Fran's crutches, and couldn't keep this composure when he looked directly into Fran's eyes, "Why are your eyes red?"

Fran pursed her lips for a long time before she stopped trembling, "Legs, legs hurt!"

Fran's mobile phone in the house suddenly lit up, and it was a text message from Carvajal, who was 'walking neatly', [Received the gift, hahahahasurprise!, just ask you if you are surprised!]

The author has something to say: there is no small extravagance in this chapter... I'd like to think about the development of the extranet.

Later in this chapter, the more I wrote, the more sad I became, and I felt that Fran was a poor child, and no one was hurt.

So as a mother, how can she treat her baby like this?

I also sent 272 and the dog away by the way...

How many scenes someone has in the next chapter, hum hum all depends on your message.

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