football king

As soon as Mordred finished speaking, he was separated by the others at Atletico Madrid. No. 11 even guarded No. 9 behind him like a chicken, as if Mordred would turn into a man-eating monster at any time.

Mordred shrugged, and didn't care about the hostility of Atletico Madrid. It's true that his cousin in the same city doesn't like him. If he really sees him, his eyes will shine. I guess the old man will wonder if Atletico Madrid is trying to poach people. up.

Obediently lining up the wall, Ozil shrank behind Mordred like a living target, as if it would give him a sense of security.

Modric also made this move. I believe that if they don't have to line up the wall, they can go out and find a safe place to hide.

Mordred could only use his stalwart chest to prop up a world for these two poor little ones, and looked at No. 9's feet and ball without blinking.

The moment he kicked, Mordred knew that number 9 had been fooled!

He himself said that the left side is a blindfold, but he didn't expect this little cutie to trust others so easily.

Mordred jumped up high, almost half his body longer than Ozil behind him, so Mordred could only use his head to meet the ball.

The ball hit Mordred's forehead heavily, making Ozil, who had a psychological shadow, even shrank his neck, not looking too pitiful.

The moment the ball hit the ground, Mordred didn't even adjust, and sat down on the ground and shouted to his surroundings: "Counterattack!"

No matter how dull everyone is, they can still understand that this is the best time to blow the counterattack horn. This game is already 11 against 10, and they must take the lead.

Otherwise, with the strength of Atletico Madrid now, it is not impossible to overtake in the second half.

Mordred also quickly got up from the ground, even before he had time to clean up the grass clippings on his body, he quickly chased after the tail of the large army, accelerated step by step and even ran to the front.

Of course, Atletico Madrid will not let them just pass by. They are in front of Real Madrid themselves, and it is not difficult to stop them.

Mordred waved for them to pass the ball, and Marcelo, who got the ball, passed it.

Then the eldest brother who had been haunting him stood in front of him. Mordred was not as irritable as last time, but said calmly, "Do you think I can get past you this time?"

"I don't think you can do it."

As a result, the eldest brother was not swayed by Mordred's words at all, and focused on watching every movement of Mordred, not giving him any chance to pass by.

Mordred moved his shoulders to the side, this is the most comfortable way for him to break through, so this is also the movement he is most familiar with.

The elder brother instinctively took a step to the left, and Mordred turned his body to the other side in a strange posture like a beautiful snake.

The ball under his feet seemed to be stuck to Mordred's feet. He began to dribble the ball uncharacteristically. It didn't have the same meaning as the usual simple and beautiful, as if he was in a hurry.

Mordred came to the penalty area and the other defenders chased after him.

The Atletico Madrid goalkeeper was ready to pounce on the ball at any time, but Mordred sent him a fake fax shot and he was cheated.

But today, the goddess of luck did not favor the blond boy she usually loves. This kick was tricky enough, but Atletico Madrid made an offside foul in an instant.

Mordred's ball was invalid at all, and at the same time the referee blew the whistle for the end of halftime.

How hard Mordred, who tried his best to go from defense to offense with one ball, made it so hard, this is simply visible to the naked eye.

Mordred sat on the turf and straightened his leg guards. His not-so-long hair covered a little of his face, making it difficult to see what his expression was like.

Chris walked up to him and was about to pull him up and comfort him, but Mordred patted the grass clippings on his clothes and stood up. There was no haze on his face, and he still looked like a little sun.

It even looks more relaxed than usual, which is simply confusing.

"Eh? Chris, what are you doing standing there? Go back and rest, or the mister will teach someone later."

Even the voice was the same as usual. Chris stood next to Mordred, a little wondering if he was overwhelmed... Is this rough nerve lost because he didn't score a goal?It would be better to say that he will be disappointed because of a meal in the evening, which is more believable.

Chris suddenly felt that he was thinking so much just because his brain was not working well...

Mordred really didn't take that ball to heart, followed the big team for a while, and Mordred met Anthony from the locker room.

Mordred suddenly smiled and rolled his eyes, and gestured to several teammates, while he quietly approached Anthony and said, "Sir, I didn't embarrass you today, did I?"

Anthony paused his smoking hand, and then slowly exhaled the white mist, "It's not bad, it's quite a headache."

Mordred snatched the cigarette from his hand, wanted to take a puff but finally gave up and stuffed it back into Anthony's hand.

"You kid started to dislike me? Tsk, you really have no conscience."

Anthony might have been annoyed by Mordred, he took a deep breath and finally spit it all out on Mordred's face.

Mordred didn't even reach out to wave away the white mist in front of him, and said to him with a vague smile on his face: "Sir, guess... In the second half, I will play according to the previous method, or I will follow the current method." How to play?"

This trick may work well for others, but for Anthony, it’s like taking off his pants and farting. He has studied Mordred thoroughly, and he will use the previous kicking method to be a ghost.

Just as Anthony wanted to open his mouth to mock him, Mordred covered him.

"Hey, let's wait and see in the second half to see who wins."

Then without giving Anthony any reaction time, he ran away quickly.

Annoyed, Anthony wanted to throw the cigarette in his hand to wake him up.

"How can I spread such a thing." Anthony shook his hand and threw the cigarette into the trash can, and turned back to the locker room with a ferocious expression that cannot be described.

When Mordred returned to the locker room, everyone saluted him, as if Mordred had done something unforgivable.

But when Mordred looked at them one by one, they all looked away.

Mourinho explained the tactics of the second half, and they still have the advantage now.

This advantage must be maintained, so defense is the top priority. Mordred, as a rare defensive player who can be pulled from the front line, was naturally dragged behind by Mourinho as a defensive player.

The nickname is: "He knows your offensive style of play, but he doesn't know your defensive style of play. Your defensive style is honed by everyone for you bit by bit, so it is more cost-effective for you to be a defender."

Mordred held back his words, including the pre-match plan, all of which were stillborn, thinking of what he said to Anthony in the tunnel just now...

My heart is half cold.

The author has something to say:

Thank you little angels for your concern, I feel that my hands don’t hurt anymore (hand: you’re thinking about farts), I really want to see Chinese medicine, but we don’t have reliable Chinese medicine here, so I’ll go see it later.