football king

Mordred returned to the city he was familiar with, and he couldn't help but smile because of the sense of peace that came to his face.

Even so, he didn't forget to cover his face with a mask, sometimes the enthusiasm of the fans is simply unbearable.

When Mordred returned to Madrid, he called Mendes. When the commercial time was confirmed, he went home to rest alone. After all, Mendes would not even take a break even if he got off the plane. No time was given to him.

Mordred was lying on the bed playing with his mobile phone, because Real Madrid played against Granata at home today, and his teammates who played well with him were preparing for the game, and now they can't find anyone to chat with.

I usually don't feel this kind of loneliness, but Mordred couldn't stay out of the house after experiencing the hustle and bustle.

After thinking for a long time, Mordred suddenly sat up with his eyes lit up, pulled out his jersey and put it on, and bought another ticket for Real Madrid to play against Granata.

In order to avoid being caught watching the game, Mordred did a lot of preparatory work.

First, he put on a peaked cap to cover his obvious golden hair, and then put on a little makeup. At least he didn't look like he usually did, and he wanted to be an ordinary British youth.

In addition, under the request of Mr. Madman, his youthful feeling gradually faded, and he became more masculine.

And the photos uploaded more on the Internet are when he first joined Real Madrid, so Mordred is still very confident in his outfit.

After confirming that everything was ready, Mordred went out.

After coming to Real Madrid with ordinary fans, he found that it feels completely different to set foot in this pure white land with different identities.

Most of the fans next to them are family members. Some young fans are wearing Chris' No. 7 jersey, Kaka's No. 8 jersey and his No. 99 jersey.

Mordred couldn't tell what it was like, but the touch and warmth gradually spread in his heart.

He stepped on the footsteps of the fans in front of him and walked forward a little bit. At the place where he felt all the difference, he was suddenly photographed.

When he turned around, there was a black guy wearing his jersey. Mordred, who was originally relaxed, suddenly became nervous, for fear that he would be discovered.

It's not a good thing to be discovered at this time. There are so many Real Madrid fans here, and there are no security guards around. It would be bad if another stampede happened.

But he couldn't react too aggressively. He pressed his hat and was about to speak when he heard the other party say, "You look familiar? But why haven't I seen you before?"

Mordred breathed a sigh of relief when he found that he didn't recognize him, and then said in a low voice: "It's normal that you don't know me. Although I am a Real Madrid fan, I am an Englishman. I came to Madrid specifically for this trip. Watching the game."

When Mordred said this, the black boy suddenly realized, put his arm around Mordred's shoulder and said: "No wonder, look at the jersey you are wearing, you like Meris, right? It's a pity that Meris played in the last game." Adams is injured and will not be able to play this game."

"Although I am a fan of Meris, I am also a fan of Real Madrid. This is not a conflict. As long as I can see Real Madrid, I will be very happy."

Mordred's words made the black boy's eyes light up, and Mordred's neck hurt a little because he didn't control Le.

"Do you think so too? Coincidentally, I think so too. I'm also a fan of Meris, but Meris' performance has been a bit sluggish in the past few days. How long has he not scored a goal? From the end of last season to now. ……Why."

The black guy looked worried, which made Mordred couldn't help asking: "Although Meris didn't score a goal, he kept passing key passes. Is this state considered a slump?"

Mordred thought of what Mr. Madman said to him at the time. Indeed, as a midfielder, what he has to do is to score goals, but passing is also part of football!No one delivered the shells, so where did the shots come from?

But the fans are very real, they don't notice how many dangerous attacks were stopped by the defenders, they don't remember how many times the midfielders organized attacks, they only remember who scored the most goals.

"But in the new season, he keeps getting fouled. Every time he gets fouled, Mourinho will protect him like an old hen. He doesn't have the body of Chris. Although he made a key pass in the last game, The price is too high." The black boy spoke out what was in his heart like a machine gun in the face of the same "fascinated".

"What if the next game is all fouls against him? After one game, some Real Madrid fans suspect that Meris will soon become a glass man! Some people say that the transfer fee of Meris is to buy a season. Real Madrid is brilliant, and this season's Champions League is still Shiliu Lang."

Mordred just listened to his complaints, rubbing his right hand with his left hand.

His eyes became colder and colder, but in an instant he returned to his usual appearance.

"I really hope that Real Madrid can win the tenth Champions League this season, and shut up those keyboard warriors." After the black boy finished his last sentence, he finally realized that Mordred next to him hadn't spoken for a long time.

"Aren't you angry? In fact, it's normal for team fans to say these things. I have been a Real Madrid team fan for ten years, and I know that these guys with truly pure blood regard Real Madrid's interests as everything."

Mordred smiled and shook his head, "I'm not angry. They are indeed right. Meris has been playing a bit poorly during this time. He seems to be too easy to be satisfied. The glory of last season is not the end, but just the beginning."

"Hey, as long as you understand, who doesn't want Real Madrid to cross over? I heard that Meris signed a lifetime contract with Real Madrid, so Real Madrid can only be good if Meris is good. We fans will become team fans sooner or later." After finishing speaking, the black man The little brother patted Mordred on the back, then took the ticket and went to find his place.

Mordred's originally excited mood was completely disturbed by this little black brother, and now he doesn't know what complicated mood it is.

His sacrifice is a glass man in the eyes of the fans, buying a season of brilliance, which is really unexpected for him.

This kind of talk is rare on Twitter, and he thought it was just some sunspots talking for fun.

But the little black guy bought the ticket and wore his jersey, so Heizi wouldn't be so bored running to the Real Madrid stadium to talk nonsense.

Mordred sat in his seat, holding a scarf with the Real Madrid logo in his hand, watching his teammates enter the field one by one.

This is different from the atmosphere in front of the TV, and Mordred couldn't help but clenched his scarf tightly.

Real Madrid fans began to sing the Real Madrid team song as soon as the Real Madrid players entered the field, fully carrying the home pressure to the end, and Granata booed as soon as he entered the field.

The game started soon, with two middle-aged uncles sitting beside Mordred.

These two uncles in the middle are a bit familiar. Every day when I sit in Chris’s car, I will see these two uncles standing near the door asking for autographs. The faces I see every day will become familiar over time.

And Mordred's existence is like an outlier.

When the game entered a slow pace, the white man next to him couldn't help asking, "Do you like Meris?"

Mordred, who was staring at the field analyzing the situation, was startled, and then nodded in response.

Now Real Madrid's advantage is obvious. Granata was beaten by Real Madrid, and it was already 1-0 at the beginning of the game.

Thinking of this, Mordred slowly deleted the formation in his mind, and then looked at the uncle next to him.

I chatted with the black guy just now, and now he is really curious about his image in the eyes of Real Madrid fans.

"I'm indeed a fan of Melis, hello my name is Doyle."

Mordred just used his friend's name without even pausing.

"Hi, my name is James, and I'm a Ronaldo fan."

Then the other party put all their attention on the court, and had no desire to chat with Mordred at all.

At this moment, Mordred missed that talkative black brother very much, at least that little brother would not let him rack his brains to think about how to talk.

In desperation, Mordred could only cast his eyes on the field again, but soon a breakthrough came.

Chris accurately received Ozil's pass, and a diving header shot into the net.

This wonderful cooperation ignited the nerves of the fans, not to mention that there was a Ronaldo fan beside him, and the white man jumped up, "Ahhh! Chris! Chris!"

The volume is not inferior to those star chasing girls, and Mordred is naturally excited about this ball, but he just stood up excitedly.

Comparing the reaction of the uncle next to him and the surrounding fans, he was like renting him. In the end, Mordred also felt embarrassed, coughed and sat down again.

Then there was a sour feeling deep in his heart, he also wanted to pass the ball to Chris!He wants to run on the field and go to his uncle's to rest!He wants to play.

Mordred, who was completely integrated with the fans, hated why he was not on the court.

The limelight belongs to them, and the scolding belongs to him...

The baby is bitter, the baby is wronged but doesn't say anything.

Mordred, who has always valued the views of the fans, was really suffering and could only sit there and drink sour vinegar.

Just when Mordred was about to hang the oil bottle on his mouth, he suddenly heard the white man next to him say, "It would be great if Melis was here."

Mordred suddenly looked at him with bright eyes, "Eh? Why? I heard that many people now say that Meris is a glass man."

As soon as he said this, the white man next to him looked at him with an unfriendly expression, looked him up and down, and then snorted, "Are you sure you are a fan of Meris? If you can say such a thing, you are really blind Merris. I love you so much."

Mordred, who was suddenly defended, was taken aback, not knowing whether to laugh or feel helpless.

"But isn't what I said the truth? He basically didn't make any contribution this season, and he was targeted when he played." Although Mordred felt helpless, he still had to pretend.

The author has something to say:

After taking a day off and sleeping all afternoon, my stomach no longer hurts!What a blessing in misfortune.