>Following tests carried out on our player Ferland Mendy by the Real Madrid Medical Services, he has been diagnosed with a muscular injury in the biceps femoris of his right leg. Pending evolution.
Rest up St Mendy, should be back for the Bayern tie. Mendy pocketing Olise, we will be there
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You’ve done your job soldier. Thank you And get well soon. 🙌
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He came, he saw, he conquered and he left
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K seriously tf is going on with these constant injuries? Somebody has to find the root cause of this right?
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72 hours with Ferland Mendy
SUNDAY, three days for the Real Madrid – Manchester City derby on March 11th, 2026
Ferland Mendy is in a tank top in his living room, laying on the couch, watching a repeat of ‘The Simpsons’ while rolling a cigarette. His phone rings. He places the cigarrette on his ear and pick up the phone with some reluctance.
Mendy: [dry cough] Yes?
Arbeloa: Ferland? How are you. I am the manager. I think we need you for the next week. Carreras is injured.
Mendy: [Covers the handset with one hand and whispers a pair of swear words in French. Breathes deeply. Checks his agenda. Gets back on the phone more calmed] When will it be? Thursday I can’t. Poker game with the lads.
Arbeloa: No. There’s no Champions on Thursday. On Wednesday. Against City.
Mendy: In Madrid?
Arbeloa: No, Ferland. Against last year’s team. The ones from Manchester.
Mendy: [Writes down the date in an empty box of pizza] OK, mister. On Wednesday, I’ll be there. Call me a cab, I’m still without my driving license. Do I need to go to Valdebebas these days?
Arbeloa: Mmmm. It wont be necessary. As long as you’re ready for Wednesday it’ll be fine. I count on you, eh. By the way, Mbappe is injured. Güler will play.
Mendy: Who?
Arbeloa: Güler. The Turk who came 3 summers ago. The one who has been training with us long time ago? Well, nevermind. I’ll introduce you on Wednesday. Don’t forget to bring a white shirt.
Mendy: Ok, boss.
Mendy hangs up and sighs. There is smoke in the room. He starts looking for his boots through piles of clothes, dolls made with cans of beer and Chinese food leftovers. He doesn’t remember where he put them the last time. He doesn’t even remember his last game. Smells the white shirt. Ugh.
MONDAY, two days before the match The phone rings again. 12:36 in the morning. Ferland’s hand emerge from the sheets trying to reach the nightstand. Who will call such an ungodly hour? There must be an emergency.
Vinicius: Ferland, I’m Vini. How you doing monster. Did I wake you up?
Mendy: [With sleepy voice but pretending to be awake] Hey, Vini. Nothing nothing. Nah, don’t worry. I was doing some pushups.
Vinicius: Hey, as the mister said, we need you strong for Wednesday. Like the old times.
Mendy: Yes, yes. sure. Count on it. He also told me that we play with a Greek. George or something like that.
[Awkward silence]
Vini: This … yes. That’s him. Get fit, man. We are all counting on you.
Mendy: Tranqui, tron.
TUESDAY, one day before the match
Ferland goes to the park in front of his house to jog a little. He wears some New Balance sneakers he used to play tennis in ’15 and a shirt with “What happens in Marseille stays in Marseille.” written on it. After doing some stretching, runs 10 minutes and starts coughing. Well, enough for today, he thinks while he checks his heart rate. Subjecting the body to great efforts before the game could be damaging. So unprofessional.
Turns on the TV and Barça is playing against Newcastle. Didn’t they play this year already? Thinks a confused Ferland. He laughs every time the camera focuses on Araujo.
WEDNESDAY, gameday
Ferland gets to the stadium by taxi. He doesn’t remember very well where’s the entrance to the locker room. A nice gentleman named Chendo accompanies him to his locker. He dresses. He senses the tense atmosphere in the locker room. They will play with Sergio Ramos in the midfield, which sounds strange. But Ferland never asks questions. He just follows orders. There’s a guy by his side with the #8 praying on his knees. Kroos looks different. Maybe he shaved.
He steps onto the pitch and right as the Champions League anthem starts, Ferland turns. He fights every ball. He leaves it all on the pitch. Spectacular. After 20 minutes, the praying guy scores. He seems excited. Public chants a strange name. Spanish is a weird language, Ferland thinks while he crashes with Tchouameni after a split ball.
Minute 46. Subbed off. The public recognizes his effort.
He showers and Arbeloa congratulates him.
Arbeloa: Huge game, Ferland.
Mendy: Thank you, mister. It’s not important. Here I am for what you need. Call me for the second leg.
Arbeloa is puzzled but prefers to say nothing. Mendy leaves the Bernabeu without saying goodbye to anyone or talking to the press, lights a Lucky Strike and tries to stop a taxi.
Arbeloa shakes his head and smiles. Opens a pack of gum, arching an eyebrow, and starts chewing while he mumbles: “He doesn’t know he is injured again”
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will Carreras be back for the 2nd leg?
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people may not agree but this is why we still need another LB I’ve always liked mendy think hes the best defensive LB but unfortunately he only plays a couple games before getting injured we can’t keep doing this
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>Following tests carried out on our player Ferland Mendy by the Real Madrid Medical Services, he has been diagnosed with a muscular injury in the biceps femoris of his right leg. Pending evolution.
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Rest up St Mendy, should be back for the Bayern tie. Mendy pocketing Olise, we will be there
You’ve done your job soldier. Thank you And get well soon. 🙌
He came, he saw, he conquered and he left
K seriously tf is going on with these constant injuries? Somebody has to find the root cause of this right?
72 hours with Ferland Mendy
SUNDAY, three days for the Real Madrid – Manchester City derby on March 11th, 2026
Ferland Mendy is in a tank top in his living room, laying on the couch, watching a repeat of ‘The Simpsons’ while rolling a cigarette. His phone rings. He places the cigarrette on his ear and pick up the phone with some reluctance.
Mendy: [dry cough] Yes?
Arbeloa: Ferland? How are you. I am the manager. I think we need you for the next week. Carreras is injured.
Mendy: [Covers the handset with one hand and whispers a pair of swear words in French. Breathes deeply. Checks his agenda. Gets back on the phone more calmed] When will it be? Thursday I can’t. Poker game with the lads.
Arbeloa: No. There’s no Champions on Thursday. On Wednesday. Against City.
Mendy: In Madrid?
Arbeloa: No, Ferland. Against last year’s team. The ones from Manchester.
Mendy: [Writes down the date in an empty box of pizza] OK, mister. On Wednesday, I’ll be there. Call me a cab, I’m still without my driving license. Do I need to go to Valdebebas these days?
Arbeloa: Mmmm. It wont be necessary. As long as you’re ready for Wednesday it’ll be fine. I count on you, eh. By the way, Mbappe is injured. Güler will play.
Mendy: Who?
Arbeloa: Güler. The Turk who came 3 summers ago. The one who has been training with us long time ago? Well, nevermind. I’ll introduce you on Wednesday. Don’t forget to bring a white shirt.
Mendy: Ok, boss.
Mendy hangs up and sighs. There is smoke in the room. He starts looking for his boots through piles of clothes, dolls made with cans of beer and Chinese food leftovers. He doesn’t remember where he put them the last time. He doesn’t even remember his last game. Smells the white shirt. Ugh.
MONDAY, two days before the match The phone rings again. 12:36 in the morning. Ferland’s hand emerge from the sheets trying to reach the nightstand. Who will call such an ungodly hour? There must be an emergency.
Vinicius: Ferland, I’m Vini. How you doing monster. Did I wake you up?
Mendy: [With sleepy voice but pretending to be awake] Hey, Vini. Nothing nothing. Nah, don’t worry. I was doing some pushups.
Vinicius: Hey, as the mister said, we need you strong for Wednesday. Like the old times.
Mendy: Yes, yes. sure. Count on it. He also told me that we play with a Greek. George or something like that.
[Awkward silence]
Vini: This … yes. That’s him. Get fit, man. We are all counting on you.
Mendy: Tranqui, tron.
TUESDAY, one day before the match
Ferland goes to the park in front of his house to jog a little. He wears some New Balance sneakers he used to play tennis in ’15 and a shirt with “What happens in Marseille stays in Marseille.” written on it. After doing some stretching, runs 10 minutes and starts coughing. Well, enough for today, he thinks while he checks his heart rate. Subjecting the body to great efforts before the game could be damaging. So unprofessional.
Turns on the TV and Barça is playing against Newcastle. Didn’t they play this year already? Thinks a confused Ferland. He laughs every time the camera focuses on Araujo.
WEDNESDAY, gameday
Ferland gets to the stadium by taxi. He doesn’t remember very well where’s the entrance to the locker room. A nice gentleman named Chendo accompanies him to his locker. He dresses. He senses the tense atmosphere in the locker room. They will play with Sergio Ramos in the midfield, which sounds strange. But Ferland never asks questions. He just follows orders. There’s a guy by his side with the #8 praying on his knees. Kroos looks different. Maybe he shaved.
He steps onto the pitch and right as the Champions League anthem starts, Ferland turns. He fights every ball. He leaves it all on the pitch. Spectacular. After 20 minutes, the praying guy scores. He seems excited. Public chants a strange name. Spanish is a weird language, Ferland thinks while he crashes with Tchouameni after a split ball.
Minute 46. Subbed off. The public recognizes his effort.
He showers and Arbeloa congratulates him.
Arbeloa: Huge game, Ferland.
Mendy: Thank you, mister. It’s not important. Here I am for what you need. Call me for the second leg.
Arbeloa is puzzled but prefers to say nothing. Mendy leaves the Bernabeu without saying goodbye to anyone or talking to the press, lights a Lucky Strike and tries to stop a taxi.
Arbeloa shakes his head and smiles. Opens a pack of gum, arching an eyebrow, and starts chewing while he mumbles: “He doesn’t know he is injured again”
will Carreras be back for the 2nd leg?
people may not agree but this is why we still need another LB I’ve always liked mendy think hes the best defensive LB but unfortunately he only plays a couple games before getting injured we can’t keep doing this
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Back in 2 weeks hopefully