football king

The striker stood up following Mordred's strength. Although there were still tears on his face, he took off his jersey without hesitation.

"You are very good. We admire you for your sprint in the first half." The tone was loud and strong, and the tough guy temperament was clear at a glance.

Mordred took over his sweaty jersey, holding hands with two completely different skin tones.

"I hope you can keep going. Your spirit has conquered the most discerning fans. Find someone to talk to the chief. I believe you will succeed."

Hearing this, the Herafi striker also knew that the family scandal in the team had been exposed, what could Mordred do if he knew?Now the entire West League basically knows that they are contained by the Chiefs.

Facing the smiling Mordred, they could only say helplessly: "I hope to lend you a good word."

When they returned from the player channel to the locker room.

The environments of the two teams are completely different, and the relationship between the two teams has taken a leap forward, all thanks to Mordred's olive branch.

Including the post-match interviews are all special, the two teams have simply fallen into a business bragging mode.

This group of uncrowned kings are taken aback for a while, how do you write this press release!Mourinho, are you still you?Herafe played like that for you in the first half, don't you want to say something?

Don't you want to comment on Mordred playing like that in the first half?

The people in these two teams who love each other can't stand it anymore, and take the initiative to start making troubles.

The most obvious jumpers are the old enemy, the Daily Sports, then the Independent, and then its own mouthpiece Marca.

They are like cockroaches one by one, jumping on your face to disgust you.

"According to professionals, Mordred's sprint speed even exceeds that of most sprinters. What do you think of Mr. Mourinho?"

"I'm not surprised by that because he's done it physically, so I know what he can do to win."

In short, he crazily put gold on Mordred's face, and boasted that Mordred's ears were red in the back locker room.

But he wanted to cry out sadly, couldn't he say such things in front of him?He would rather be patted and praised by his master, rather than say it in front of those uncrowned kings!

The ghost knows what those guys will write about him. He has had enough of the adjectives of these newspapers in La Liga, and he is embarrassed every time he reads them.

Fortunately, the matter about Mordred passed quickly, and Grafe, who was able to score 2:3 with Real Madrid today, is also one of the focuses.

The one who accompanied the coach today was the forward who exchanged jerseys with Mordred. As the last person who held the ball but failed to score, the uncrowned kings will not give him much tolerance.

The question asked was naturally spiked, "Who do you think was the fault of Herafi's defeat today? Maybe in the end you scored that goal and everything would be different. Or if you didn't score that own goal, everything would be different." will not happen."

Leaving aside the striker, the coach's face turned livid. Just as he was about to take the microphone, he heard his striker say: "This is the charm of football, isn't it? Everything is possible on the football field, whether we almost Reversing Real Madrid, or scoring an own goal, these are all part of football."

"This time we lost, next time we play against Real Madrid we will get it back, it's as simple as that."

Regarding this, Mordred's face was full of black lines in the locker room. You look ugly when you lose, but you look so handsome when you speak.

But he knew he wouldn't be able to stay for long, because Mr. Madman wouldn't give him a chance.

Anyone who dared to say harsh words in front of Mr. Madman would not go back wholeheartedly. I respect this old man for being a man.

Sure enough, the eyes of those restless uncrowned kings began to light up in the next second, and finally the scene was not peaceful!Otherwise, how can they communicate.

"What do you think of Mr. Mourinho?"

"We will prove to him with our strength that Real Madrid's success is not achieved overnight! This season we will monopolize all kinds of championships, Champions League, League, Copa del Rey, etc. A place for Real Madrid."

The madman lived up to his name and pointed his sword directly at the space battleship Barcelona, ​​from making harsh words to setting goals in one go.

The Uncrowned Kings present were also stunned for a second, and then began to write one after another.

Two mortal enemies face off again!Good to hear and see, this time the newspaper will not worry about sales!

Then Mourinho single-handedly attracted the attention of all reporters, just like before.

When everything was done, everyone returned to Madrid.

After the three-day holiday, everyone slowly rested, and their physical fatigue was almost relieved.

But only Mordred was still weak and unable to play at all. In the end, Mourinho came to visit him with a dark face.

And ordered to prohibit him from making such a move again, or just wait to sit on the bench.

Of course, Mordred would not just compromise like this, resorting to the great method of acting like a baby.

Mourinho's blood bar is emptied, but his IQ is still there.

The last two people bargained, and finally decided that it can only be used in the national team or against Barcelona.

If possible, Mourinho would like Mordred to withdraw from the national team as soon as possible, but he also knows that it is impossible. Every player has a sense of belonging to his country, and he does not need to touch Mordred's team. root thorn.

Although he is a madman, he doesn't always speak bad words to others.

Mordred was forced to recuperate during this time, but how could he, a restless guy, stay at home honestly.

So he didn't tell anyone and just sneaked to the United States.

After getting off the plane, as soon as he turned on the phone, he found that Chris had called him three times. After a pause, he hurriedly left the airport, as if something was chasing him.

"Mom! I'm in the United States. Where are you now? I'll go find you." After getting off the plane, Mordred called Lin Yue first, but no matter how he heard it, he felt that there was something wrong with the voice there.

"Why did you come to the United States suddenly? Well... I'll pick you up, where are you now?"

Um?Why does it feel like mom is not very happy.

"I'm in the coffee shop next to the airport now, you'll see me when you come."

"I'm going to pick you up now." The phone over there just finished talking and hung up.

It made Mordred confused. Normally, my mother would like to hold the phone and chat with him on the phone. What happened today.

Before he could figure it out, Chris called again.

"Mister gave you a vacation, and you ran away? Mendes almost lost his hair looking for you." Chris knew that Mordred would not be able to stay at home, so he made three consecutive phone calls but failed. I understand everything.

"What did Mendez want me for? By the way, I didn't run away. I sent a message to my husband. As for whether my husband read it or not, it's none of my business."

Mordred acted like a rogue, even if he knew that the gentleman would reprimand him at most, who let him take advantage of the loophole and put it on the gentleman's desk, you can't blame him if you can't see it, can't you?

"Mendez knew that you didn't have to play during this time, so he accepted an advertisement, but he didn't expect you to sneak out. He is going crazy now."

Hearing this, Mordred also knew the seriousness of the problem, and hurriedly said: "ennnn, I'll call him right away."

Mendes ended the advertisement without discussing with him, also because he agreed to Mendes some time ago.

Damn, isn't he very rude now?

Thinking of this, Mordred hurriedly called Mendez. As soon as the call was connected, there was a scolding over there.

Anyway, there is no difference between Mordred and hob meat. People who know him very well can give him a few words, but he never takes it to heart anyway.

"How could I have thought that you would accept an ad for me suddenly? I'll just stay in the United States for one day, and I'll be separated from my old mother every day. I'll feel bad too, okay? I'll leave tomorrow and make sure you shoot the ad perfectly, how about it? "

Mordred can be said to have perfectly dealt with all of Mendes' dissatisfaction, and now even if he is as critical as he is, he can't say anything.

"Okay, spend more time with my mother in the United States, and have a good trip."

It was so official that it couldn't be more official, but Mordred could hear helplessness and connivance from it.

"Thank you."

Putting down the phone again now, Mordred felt the tranquility and beauty of the world, but it was boring to sit still.

So he started to harass Chris, even if he knew that Chris should be training at this point in time, he would never tire of harassing him.

He couldn't see it now anyway, and it didn't matter.

But he never expected that after he finished sending the message 'you look handsome', he would find out that the message had been sent.

"I think so."

Mordred's eyes widened in an instant, which meant that Chris wasn't here, otherwise he would have laughed so hard seeing his cousin that he would squat on the ground.

'WTF?Shouldn't you be training? '

'I should be training, but my phone keeps ringing. They thought it was something wrong at my house, but they never expected that it was you who harassed me again. '

'ennnn, forget everything! Mordred's face was almost as red as a monkey's butt, and his expression was a bit hideous.

He didn't forget what he sent just now. Originally, he planned to throw the phone into the backpack after sending, embarrassing Chris alone, but he never expected that he would be caught for a good job!

Chris suppressed a smile, he could imagine what Mordred's expression was like now, his fingers were typing in front of the keyboard quickly.

'Bounce! '

'The rebound is invalid! '

The two top players are like childish ghosts, holding their mobile phones and talking about these unnutritive things.

Chris' teammates also breathed a sigh of relief. After all, seeing the crazy phone ringing just now, they thought something serious had happened. Seeing Chris smiling now, it should be a good thing.

If they knew what kind of faces these two childish ghosts would make when they talked about those unnutritious topics during training time.

The author has something to say:

Tsk, sweet, I have a toothache.