football king

Mordred looked at the teenagers running on the field, the rain fell on his platinum-blond hair, and with a roar from the commentator, the black spirit escaped the goalkeeper's five fingers and entered the net.

3:0, this is a score that will hardly be overturned, a dream score.

All the fans waved the flags in their hands like crazy, their faces were full of tears.

They've waited too long for this day, and now they're finally champions!

The coaches next to him and the players on the field ran over to hug Mordred.

"We did it! We lived up to your expectations!"

At this time, even the referee watched the scene without disturbing, and Mordred did not speak, but patted them on the back in a reassuring manner, indicating that the game was not over yet.

Several players wiped off the tears mixed with rain on their faces, and set foot on the green field again.

Mordred, who had been watching from the sidelines from the very beginning, looked at them with satisfaction, and said to the coach next to him with mixed feelings, "Coach, I... plan to retire."

The coach, who was so excited that he was dancing, froze in place. He turned his head in disbelief, and asked in a trembling voice, "What did you just say?"

Looking at the coach's gray hair and large and small wrinkles, Mordred suddenly felt that he was a little sorry for the old man, but he still wanted to say: "You should be very clear that my body is no longer strong enough to support me for a full game. "

"But..." The coach said something okay, but was interrupted by Mordred's smile.

He raised his finger and pointed to the teenagers who were running at full strength on the field and said: "Coach, each of them can stand alone. And the club has no place for me, and my existence will only hinder the team's future development. , I believe you will understand."

Mordred spit out this cruel fact, hitting the frail old man opposite.

The coach closed his eyes dejectedly, "It's too unfair to you, you have put in so much effort for the team, but..."

The coach seemed to be trying to prove something, but was dismissed by Mordred with a hug, "The higher-ups have their own ideas, I just need to have a clear conscience. Coach, don't forget that I still have so many endorsements. I can't die of hunger."

The slightly reassuring words did not make the old man feel better. He continued to focus on the court. He couldn't imagine how this group of enthusiastic teenagers would react when they knew Mordred had retired.

Time passed, and the score was maintained at 3:0 to the end under the full force of the players. The moment the referee blew the whistle, the fans in the audience cheered deafeningly.

Seeing the players flying over one by one, he embraced them with open arms.

At the urging of the coach, everyone stepped onto the podium and lifted the coveted trophy.

Seeing this scene, the commentator shouted excitedly: "The great hero belongs to our king, Merris Mordred, he brought us the long-awaited championship trophy! Let us shout out his name!"

"Meris Mordred!! Ahhhhhh!"

The cheers of tens of thousands of people made Mordred deaf for a moment. He looked up and saw the fans who were so excited that they were in tears, and he grinned as usual.

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Mordred opened his eyes, and the shouts of the fans calling his name still echoed in his mind. He weakly rubbed the baby fat on both sides of his cheeks, got up and began to wash.

After he won the championship, he chose to retire at the press conference, and now he still vaguely remembers the fill light that could almost blind his eyes, and those teammates with incredible faces written all over their faces.

Maybe it was retribution for teasing others like this. That night, I was driving home after drinking with my teammates when I was hit by a car. When I woke up, I became a member of this single-parent family.

"Meris, come down to eat." A gentle shout brought Mordred back to his senses in an instant, and he shouted without raising his head: "Understood, I'll go down right away."

Mordred, who heard the shout, rushed downstairs at a speed that ordinary people could not achieve, and the morning tea on the table was fragrant.

If we say that the happiest thing in this life is to be able to eat delicious meals every day. In the past, when I was a player, I tightened my belt every day and served brown rice with boiled chicken.

Lin Yue looked at her son who was almost overflowing with happiness, and the sourness in her heart made her unable to help saying: "Meris, I respect your decision to bring you to Spain, and hope your decision is correct."

This son looked nothing like her from head to toe. He raised his head, put down his favorite shrimp dumplings, and looked at her resolutely, as if swearing something, "I won't regret it, I was born with a passion for football." With my blood, I will become the greatest player and gallop on the green field, that is my dream and my pursuit.”

Mordred's words made Lin Yue give up the last bit of persuasion. She didn't understand why this son who lived with her in the United States had such a great love for football, but she didn't want to ask so much now. She picked up the rice rolls on the table and stuffed them into his mouth, "Hey, I knew I couldn't persuade you. Since this is your pursuit, I won't say more. I only hope that you can win glory for the country in the future."

Mordred, who was enjoying his morning tea, suddenly stopped talking, and his smile froze when he thought of his two nationalities. This wish... It seems that it is not so easy to satisfy.

His father is an American and his mother is Chinese. However, the football performance of these two countries is so eye-catching. Unless the gods are alive, otherwise...it will be difficult to save the football of these two countries from the quagmire.

For this reason, the people of his homeland also created a very pun-a fly in the ointment.

But now I think the national team is still a bit far away, after all, he has not played in a top league yet, and today is the day when he goes to Real Madrid for trial training, the best club in the world, Real Madrid.

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Mordred came to Real Madrid that afternoon and began to do the simplest test.

The assistant coach walked towards Mourinho stunned with the test results, and the hands holding the materials were trembling with excitement, "Sir, where did you get the little monster? This dribbling ability is comparable to the king of Barcelona, ​​although this year Cai, I feel like a good seedling who is neither arrogant nor impatient!"

The madman frowned slightly when he heard the series of compliments, stared at the young man juggling the ball on the pitch, and asked, "What about his shortcomings?"

"Physical fitness is a bit poor, the confrontation ability is not strong, and the style is soft, but these can be made up for the day after tomorrow, sir! We can't let go of such a powerful player."

The words of the assistant coach made the madman Mourinho roll his eyes. He personally brought this young player back from the football desert in the United States, how could he let him go.

Mordred, who was juggling the ball, suddenly found a shadow in front of him. He subconsciously stopped the ball and looked back. When he saw Mourinho's serious face, there were two pleasant dimples on his face.

"Sir, did I pass the test?" Although the words were doubtful, the confidence and pride in the words could not be ignored. That kind of confidence made Mourinho look at him with admiration. As the most special one, he did not Too much like those players who are too modest, football is always a bloody sport.

And Mordred's aristocratic temperament is simply incompatible with football. If Mourinho hadn't seen his agile running position and precise curve ball with his own eyes, he would probably say that he is more suitable on the T stage than football. catwalk.

As for Mordred, he has enough proud capital. What he has achieved in his previous life is beyond the reach of other players in his lifetime. He is destined to be the king in this life.

Mordred and Mourinho looked at each other, and they both discovered the unique temperament under the other's skin, and smiled at each other.

Marcelo and Cassie, who were training on the side, always looked there with vague eyes.

Not only the two of them, but others are also paying attention to this unknown little guy who suddenly airborne.

It is well known that Real Madrid only want the best players. Each of them can be said to be worthy of the top, but Mordred suddenly arrived like a freak. I heard that he only played in one club in the United States before. Although the results are good, everyone here knows what kind of football desert the United States is. What kind of good seedlings can emerge in such a desert, and a madman can bring him from the United States to Spain.

"This little guy really doesn't look like a football player. His body looks like a stick and he will fall down when he hits it." As a defender, Marcelo couldn't help but look at Mordred, who had a good chat with Mourinho. Exclaimed.

"Okay, let's hurry up and train. After a while, sir will punish you for running laps when he finds out that you are lazy." Cassie was calm on the surface, but in fact he was also very gossip. Unfortunately, as the captain, he had to take the lead.

Mordred, who didn't know that he was underestimated because of his appearance, was talking to Mourinho about the next test.

"Your basic ability is very good, let's play a 5v5 next to see your actual combat ability." Mourinho looked at the meek-looking young man in front of him, and said the last test.

Of course Mordred had no objection to this.

After everything was ready, Mordred couldn't help showing a bright smile when he looked at his star-studded opponent, and he would be one of them in the future.

Cristiano looked at Mordred, who was smiling like the second idiot, and couldn't help being speechless, and threw the ball in his hand to him, "You kick off."

Mordred, who was suddenly hit in the face by the ball, was not angry but broke the ball decisively.

Mordred's feet are too good to play with the ball, and his meticulous dribbling is difficult to let people get off the ground. What is commendable is that although his dribbling is meticulous, he is definitely not slow!

In the face of two menacing defenders, he easily swung an inside change, and faced the goalkeeper Cassie, who is known as the wall, single-handedly.

He flicked his toes lightly, and a beautiful curve ball hung into the dead corner. Casey, who was attacking, was tricked by Mordred in this way, and the ball went in.

This easy goal slapped these stars heavily in the face. They made a very serious mistake, that is, underestimating the enemy.

Everyone understood at that moment that Mordred will definitely be a phenomenal player in the future as long as he doesn't play soft-footed shrimp and waste his talent just now. It's a pity that they have seen too much A demon star with extraordinary talent but who fell early.

The superstars who scored a goal all raised their attention, not daring to underestimate this unknown player.

Cassie fished the ball out of the net helplessly. As soon as he opened his big foot, he found Cristiano in the frontcourt. Cassie saw the little player who was still in front of him just now, and ran back to the midfield in the blink of an eye.

Chris broke through with the ball and broke into the penalty area very easily. The two guards took into account that they were their own stars, so they didn't dare to shovel. They could only put pressure on him and hope that he could lose the ball.

But is Cristiano an ordinary star?No, he's the best player on the planet and conceding goals from him in a game of this magnitude is a dream.

When everyone present thought this way, just as Cristiano was about to shoot, a white leg appeared in front of the goal line, abruptly clearing the inevitable goal.

Cristiano looked up and saw Mordred's handsome face.

Even if he looks like a fairy now, he can't hide the depression in Cristiano's heart. If Mordred hadn't blocked him just now, that ball would have scored.

But he didn't expect how the guy who was running around in front of his own midfielder suddenly ran to the goal and cleared the ball.

Only Mr. Madman, who saw the whole process just now, couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, because he knew that this season was stable, and what Mordred showed was enough.

Because of Mordred's clearance, no one dared to underestimate them in the next game. They all scored [-] points, and Mourinho was standing next to them. After all, if this rookie performs well enough, Mourinho will definitely be able to make a show of substitutions in the big game.

As time passed, the score was maintained at 1:0 under Mordred's full run. Mordred wiped the sweat from his forehead, leaned on his knees with his hands and gasped heavily, God knows the game just now Almost exhausted all his energy.

His body has not received professional training. Although he has been maintaining it himself, due to time and venue, he can only maintain his physical fitness and cannot go further.

Just when Mordred made up his mind and prepared to practice more, suddenly a bottle of water appeared in front of him, accompanied by a big hand that was not fair, looking up along his arm, Mordred saw the world's most One of the good players.

Cristiano Ronaldo, this is a name he can hear in the American desert. Almost everyone can say a few words about his deeds when he was in the American club. He is a well-deserved star and an idol.

"Your talent is very good. You will become a great player in the future. Keep it up and don't waste your talent." This was the first sentence Cristiano said when the two met.

When they mentioned it later, Mordred would still laugh at him about it.

This kind of words sounded so arrogant to Mordred's ears. After careful calculation, his achievements are not less than the star in front of him.

However, Mordred is now joining as a newcomer. Facing the goodwill of the leading star, he provokes the leading star?Of course, this is not something he would do. Mordred took the bottle of mineral water with a smile on his face, "I will remember it, I wonder if you would like to sign for me? I am your fan .”

As he said that, Mordred took out a poster from his pocket, which showed all the members of Real Madrid, but only the position of Chris had been scratched.

The author has something to say:

There are too few football articles, and many wives like to stop updating, so they can only cut their own thighs to eat.

The author is a fake fan. If there is anything wrong, you are welcome to correct me. Moreover, the age is a bit far away from the present. I can't find a lot of information. There will be some magic changes.