football king

I don't know which nerve of the white uncle was detonated by Mordred's words. It was just an uncle who was a little dissatisfied just now, and his face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.

"Football is never a one-person sport, and it's not just the forwards who shine on the field. You don't even know the sacrifices made by Meris!" The white uncle is like an enraged lion, even the fierce competition on the field After reading it, he said to Mordred angrily.

Although he was yelled at, Mordred found that the warm feeling of being cared for appeared again.

It turned out that not all the fans saw it that way, some fans guessed what he was doing, Mordred lowered the brim of his hat moved, and finally spoke to comfort the furious white uncle.

"I just listened to what they said, I don't know much about football, sorry."

Mordred's timely apology stopped the explanation of the white uncle, and the uncle looked him up and down suspiciously, as if to determine whether he was lying.

"Hmph, it looks like you didn't do it on purpose. Don't listen to those people spreading rumors. The future of that kid, Melis, must be immeasurable. From last season to this season, his performance has not slipped. I'm just a little worried about him. Physically, I haven’t rested much since I started playing, and the official website said I’m fine this time, but what if the root cause of the disease remains?”

Mordred, who was sitting next to the white man, listened to him babbling and caring about himself, and his face didn't know what to do.

It's really too shameful, listening to others boasting about themselves without the knowledge of others...

His skin isn't that thick yet! ! !

Amidst the endless praise from the white man next to him, Mordred almost covered his face with a hat, exposing the red tips of his ears, looking extremely cute.

A one-man show would be boring after all. The white uncle saw Mordred's non-conforming responses, so he turned his eyes back to the arena.

The on-court competition has entered a feverish stage, with frantic pressing and passing.

Everyone wanted to score another goal before the end of the first half, but unfortunately there was a gap in strength. Even if Granata tried his best, he could not break through against the concerted Real Madrid.

On the contrary, it was caught by Real Madrid, which perfectly demonstrated the power of Mu's Real Madrid's defensive counterattack.

After a few passes, he reached Granata's goal from his own backcourt.

Benzema took a shot, Mordred chose a very good position and could clearly see every detail.

When Benzema kicked, Mordred knew it was going to be bad. Sure enough, the next second, Benzema's ball brushed the door frame and flew to the audience stand. ball.

Mordred covered his face with his hand, he should be used to it by now, shouldn't he?Benzema is top-notch in terms of physical fitness and sense of smell in front of the goal.

But this is the only way to get there!The technology is still very poor, and I masturbate all day long.

Fortunately, Benzema himself is also a big heart. Faced with this situation, he did not panic at all, but calmly made the remaining preparations.

At this time, the referee also blew the whistle for the end of the first half.

The fans around also got up and should solve the urgent problem, and those who wanted to eat went to buy some food.

Most of them were chatting while eating. They laughed and hugged each other's shoulders, analyzing the situation, and guessing whether the coaches of the two sides would change their formation in the second half.

The happiest thing is Real Madrid. Although they only got a 1:0 advantage in the first half, the overall trend is still crushing.

The white uncle was originally very dissatisfied with what Mordred said in the first half, but seeing him sitting there alone playing with his mobile phone, he couldn't help but bring him into his small group.

Although Mordred disguised his face as an ordinary person, his temperament was still a little different.

So as soon as Mordred was dragged into his small group by the uncle, someone immediately noticed him and couldn't help saying: "This is a fan of Meris? Why haven't I seen it before? Could it be that you kidnapped him? "

"Go, go, he is British. This time he came to Madrid to watch Meris, but it is a pity that Meris did not play this time."

Hearing what the white man said, no one else asked any more questions.

After all, it is a tragic thing that a fan wants to see an idol, but he doesn't see it as such.

"Hello, my name is Doyle."

After introducing himself, Mordred unexpectedly got acquainted with this group of strong men.

"Come and try the fried chicken legs I made! Come to our Bernabeu next time to watch the game! Remember to buy more jerseys."

"This guy's body looks a bit fragile. Are you going back to England today?"

Mordred, who was surrounded by some enthusiastic big men, really responded to that emoticon, full of big men.JPG.

Mordred, who was struggling to survive among a group of muscular men, said with difficulty, "Yes, the flight is tonight."

Then he noticed that the big men around him showed regretful expressions, "We thought that if you didn't leave today, we could take you to play football together. They said that any child you pull out from the UK can play football, yes Is it true or not?"

Mordred looked at the pair of big eyes like bronze mausoleums, and wanted to take a step back, but he just bumped into the white man.

Turning his head, the white uncle showed him a kind smile, which made Mordred turn his head away instantly in fright.

But no matter how he looked at it, Mordred thought it was a kind smile.

Mendez, I was wrong!I won't make trouble anymore, tomorrow I will go to shoot commercials obediently, help me.

This year's fans are too difficult to deal with.

Mordred, who had never really interacted with fans on the field, panicked. He was afraid that he would show his flaws somewhere, and then he would never want to leave.

Mordred swallowed, and continued to face the uncle with shining eyes who seemed to be very interested in Britain.

How does he know if all people in England are football?He's not a Brit!

But once a lie is told, there must be countless lies to cover up the lie.

With his Oscar-winning acting skills, Mordred thought for a while and said seriously: "Fortunately, football culture is very strong. Once the team I support wins, the bar will gather most of the fans to revel. If the bar If the boss is also a fan, he will buy everyone a drink at half price that night, or even for free."

"Most cities have their home teams, but not everyone likes football, and even the dollar is not liked by everyone." In the end, Mordred did not forget to end with a witty sentence.

Sure enough, everyone laughed.

"Although you are British, you speak Spanish pretty well. I thought you were a native of Madrid."

Mordred couldn't help lowering his head, he did speak Spanish well, who made the team speak either Spanish or Portuguese!He wants to speak Chinese, can anyone understand?

It's a pity that he stopped complaining, and he couldn't even tell the truth, "Hahaha, because I like Meris very much, is the Spanish I learned specially for him so standard? Hahaha, I'm proud of all you boast gone."

Mordred patted his head honestly, in fact, he kept spurning himself in his heart, and he actually said such words as boasting!

However, this group of big men really liked him as an 'British', and they kept pulling him to chat about some customs and customs, and by the way, introduced him to other beauties of Spain.

If Mordred hadn't lived in this country for almost a year, he would have been taken care of by them.

This happy atmosphere continued until the second half of the game, when everyone returned to their positions.

Concentrating on cheering for his favorite team, Mordred didn't hold back at all, and cheered for Chris from the bottom of his heart.

The voice was even louder than the white man next to him. Chris seemed to hear it, turned his head to look at the auditorium, and looked straight at Mordred.

Chris quickly looked away, and Chris even suspected that he was a little nervous.

How could Meris appear in the Real Madrid audience?I thought he was hallucinating.

Chris shook his head and continued to focus on the game.

Mordred, who was sitting in the auditorium, was so frightened by his magical stroke that his heart almost stopped suddenly.

He thought there was some kind of telepathy between Chris and him, and he could feel it when he called Chris from such a distance.

Seeing him turn his head and continue the game in the next second, Mordred's breathing returned to normal. Fortunately, Chris didn't find him.

But when Chris looked this way, the voice of the white man next to him was detonated.

"Chris came over just now!!! Is your voice too recognizable, please shout more!"

Mordred was immediately discouraged, "So many people are shouting, it's not necessarily because of me, don't think too much about it bro."

Under Mordred's flickering, the uncle also dismissed his thoughts.

Time passed and the referee blew the whistle to end the game.

The Bernabéu sang the Real Madrid anthem, paying homage to their heroes.

But fundamentally speaking, this game is nothing to watch, it is completely crushing the game.

Real Madrid only kicked out a 4:0, which is considered to give Granata face.

Although Granata fought hard to resist, the game was so cruel.

In this game, Chris also achieved very good results, scoring twice and a key pass.

Three of the four goals were directly related to him. Even the picky Real Madrid fans couldn't say that Chris was not good in this game.

Sitting in the auditorium, Mordred looked at Chris like this, and listened to the fans around him praising Chris, as if they were praising him, the corners of his mouth almost wanted to stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun.

Before he could be happy, Chris called.

Mordred looked around to make sure that no one noticed that he wanted to sneak away, but the white man grabbed his shoulders.

"Who called you?" The white man glanced curiously, the caller ID on it read 'My Hero'.

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Sweet or not!Just ask if you are sweet or not!

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It is said that the NBA has been acting like a monster recently, which really makes people feel uncomfortable all over. They pick up the bowl to eat, and put down the bowl to scold their mothers.But Xiao Hua, the white pig, really played tricks.

I have always believed that there is a country to have a home. I can sit in the office every day and code, eat takeaway and watch the game. It is all given to me by the country, so no matter what time I stand on the side of the country, the NBA will die by itself. , just let them die.