football king

Just when Mordred closed his eyes and was full of joy, he suddenly found himself being held high by them and circling on the Bernabeu stadium, just like holding the national flag before the start of the game.

He turned his head to look at the stands, and the Atletico Madrid fans who lost the game had already gone cursing, only the carnival Real Madrid fans were waving things with the Real Madrid logo in their hands, some were scarves and some were flags.

The expressions on their faces were unadulteratedly excited. Mordred even saw a few familiar faces inside. Those faces were blocking the door of his house. The few people over there are waiting at the gate every day to sign.

Familiar or unfamiliar faces dangled away, and Mordred suddenly found that he had been with Real Madrid for more than a year and almost two years.

Just when he was full of tenderness, a familiar sight brought Mordred back to his senses and looked back.

That was Anthony and the Atletico Madrid players. Although the Atletico Madrid players lost the game, they only had unwillingness and determination on their faces, just like the last time Real Madrid lost to them.

And Anthony's gaze made him suddenly see another more familiar face, but it was only a flash of God's effort.

Because that was the look that was gratifying, and he saw Mordred grow from another place.

This is also the first time that Anthony agrees with Mourinho's education policy. The child who was forced to grow up by him, now has someone to help shield him from the wind and rain and stand up.

And he has grown even better than before. In this case, why can he look down on Mourinho.

Of course, looking up to his education method has nothing to do with seeing or disliking this person. He still doesn't like Mourinho.

This should be his last trace of stubbornness after his child was robbed.

Of course, Mordred understood what Anthony wanted to express, and secretly compared him with a victory gesture out of sight of the camera. This gesture was the first action he would make after scoring a goal in his previous life.

Anthony lowered his head to hide the smile in his eyes. After all, he was the loser, and he was so happy after losing...he didn't want to be called a fool by Atletico Madrid fans.

He patted the players around him, turned around and went back to the player tunnel to fully bloom their excitement on the pure white court.

Mordred looked a little lonely, and then disappeared without a trace.

Real Madrid's turnaround this time can be said to have slapped those people hard. After all, Real Madrid was restricted a bit miserably last time.

But I never expected that this time with the support of the home court, they would be able to win 10 against 11.

Although it was a bit difficult to win in the end, it can even be said that Mordred scored the goal alone, that is also a win.

During the post-match interview, the reporter changed his arrogance some time ago, and asked questions obediently like a cat with its nails pulled out.

Mordred was so exhausted that he almost fell asleep on the spot, but he had something to say to these reporters, so he insisted on not going to rest, but followed Mourinho to participate in the post-match interview.

These reporters have long practiced shameless kung fu, even though they shrink back, they still haven't abandoned their shameless appearance.

Some people even scolded him with their front feet, and they just sat there with their back feet as if nothing had happened, even with a smile on their faces.

The tabloid reporter who was pointed out by Mordred is now in good shape. Lucien's subordinates asked Mordred according to his request: "This game won Atletico Madrid, what do you want to say to the fans? Is it?"

Mordred raised his eyebrows wearily, and finally came, not in vain he had greeted Lucien in advance.

Mordred got ready, held up a tired smile, and said to the camera with a little helplessness in his smile: "I hope my lovely fans will stop blocking my door next time when I lose, or Chris will really You're going to kick me out, after all, I've been hanging on for so long."

He didn't intend to blame the fans for this incident, so his tone was also humorous.

Even those "door blockers" would not be angry when they saw it, but Modley didn't intend to end it like this.

"I will accompany everyone to win the lost ball. I still hope that the fans will have more confidence in us, and I also hope that everyone will lower our requirements a little bit." Mordred gestured to a small player with his fingers. The little fingernail came out and said to the camera.

The reporters would all smile, but they also felt a little sad.

This season, Mordred has basically never lost every game, draining the last bit of blood for Real Madrid, and the last game was his first loss since he came to Real Madrid. As long as he was in Real Madrid before, he would come back with a victory of.

It's a bit chilling for the fans to block the door like this, but they don't seem to care about Mordred's appearance today.

This loyalty... Real Madrid really took advantage of it.

After the interview was over, Mordred didn't hold back anymore, and sat on a chair and performed to everyone what it means to fall asleep in a second.

"Let's go, let's go celebrate! You are a great hero today!" Ozil pushed Mordred's shoulder, and then saw Mordred's body shake twice, and his head hit the table directly, saying Muffled.

Ozil was taken aback for a moment, and then he reacted and pushed Mordred twice. Seeing that he didn't respond, he turned around and called his teammates.

"Come here, Meris has fainted!" The shout stunned everyone, before the smiles on their faces faded, they ran to Mordred's side in unison, how could they shout? He doesn't move.

Or Mourinho is more experienced, he first found the team doctor, and then asked Chris to drive.

If the team doctor can see something, then everything is fine, if the team doctor can't see it, hurry to the hospital!

After the game, the team doctor was dragged to Mordred's side as soon as he relaxed for a while. After knowing the ins and outs, he hurriedly checked Mordred's body, but Mao didn't find out.

Mourinho made a decisive decision: "Send it to the hospital."

Chris carried Mordred on his back and ran to the car, placed Mordred in the back and lay down, and then asked Pepe to keep an eye on him so that he would not fall off.

Others were still in the mood to celebrate. Those who drove the car and the car followed Mordred to the hospital, for fear that something would happen to him, because the happy fans around the stadium thought they were celebrating. They all raised their scarves to show their excitement of winning the game.

When we arrived at the hospital, the elder Mourinho took care of everything by himself, after Mordred's physical examination began.

Captain Casey turned his head away, and said with a face of self-reproach: "I should have seen that he was uncomfortable! I didn't stop him from participating in the post-match interview." Captain Casey was concerned that this was a hospital, so he didn't dare to speak too loudly. However, as the captain, not only did he fail to notice that the player was unwell in the first place, but he also failed to actively stop his irrational behavior. Cassie thought he was immature.

Ramos patted Cassie on the shoulder, expressing comfort.

Everyone accompanied Mordred to do one after another physical examination. The doctors who came and went had serious faces, and they thought Mordred had some terminal illness.

There were even some doctors who whispered: "I can't..."

Chris is undoubtedly the most worried among them. He stared at the doctors who were walking around and wanted to stop them to ask questions, but he was afraid of delaying Mordred.

The joy of winning Atletico Madrid was swept away at this time.

With one last sound, he took out the inspection report, the mask on his face had been taken off, and his eyes and face were full of doubts.

They were also a little confused, no matter how they thought about it, they never expected the doctor to have such an expression.

The doctor said to them while flipping through the report in his hand: "We gave him a whole body examination. Compared with ordinary people, his body is not too healthy, and his body fat percentage is slightly lower than that of athletes. In general Say this gentleman looks like a calf."

As soon as the test results came out, Mourinho was the first to ask: "Then why is he in a coma!"

The doctor looked up at Mourinho, then looked down at the examination report and said with embarrassment: "The result of our examination is that Mr. Meris fell asleep."

Fell asleep! ?This answer fell on everyone's heads and was unacceptable.

Chris stood up and asked, "But we called him many times, but he didn't wake up. Can you check again?"

"Mr. Ronaldo, this is the result no matter how many times you check it. We didn't believe it at first, but this is the real test result."

"Because Mr. Meris didn't have a good rest before the game, he is now overtired and physically exhausted on the field. Fortunately, his bones have already formed, otherwise such high-intensity exhaustion will definitely cause certain damage to the body."

"The last time he was physically exhausted, he was well trained, and Mr. Merris should pay attention to physical maintenance. He doesn't even have a dark disease on his body."

The doctor gulped down the reassuring medicine for everyone, and gradually everyone's nerves finally calmed down.

After the doctor left, everyone looked at each other, and finally smiled helplessly.

After all, after working so hard, one fell asleep in the end, and it still makes people want to beat Mordred while relaxing.

And this time Mordred was sick, even Lafayette was alarmed. Finally, he knew that he was asleep and made repeated orders to ask Mourinho to be optimistic about Mordred and let him take a good rest for a while.

After all, Mordred is already Real Madrid's private property, and any injury to him is Real Madrid's loss.

When Mordred woke up Yoyo, his stomach was already growling with hunger.

When I opened my eyes and saw the snow-white wall, my mind was still a little confused.

As his mind gradually cleared, Mordred turned his head sharply, almost twisting his neck.

Seeing Chris, he was relieved first, and then asked, "Chris, where am I?"

Chris's expression was a bit inexplicable. I don't know why Mordred could see the resentment on his face.

"You are in the hospital."

Mordred slowly recalled where he was before he fell asleep, combined with Chris's current expression, a bold guess slowly rose from his mind.

The author has something to say:

hhhhh, I'm finally free!My mother learned massage techniques from an old Chinese doctor, and finally she didn't have to drive so far to get a massage. My mother stipulated that I could only play on the computer for four hours a day, hehehe.

By the way, I also thought about the Xunfei input method, but it is too shameful to say something to the phone and cover my face.