football king

Time passed little by little in the game of offense and defense. The weather was not too hot, and everyone's heads were already drenched.

If you reach out and touch it, it will definitely feel like you just washed your hair, but even at this point, no one chooses to give up.

Even Shinji Kagawa, who endured injuries and played on the field, still ran on the field despite his physical exhaustion.

Whether it is the audience in front of the TV or the audience on the court, they all have admiration for these players.

At least they saw the stubbornness in the man.

Mordred wiped his face with his jersey, looked at the football without blinking, his expression was even a little ferocious due to his concentration.

Now everyone in the Chinese team is nervous, they don't want to lose the game because of a little negligence.

They beat the Japanese team.

With such a record put out, they will no longer be trash in the eyes of the fans.

Fans from both sides held the national flags in their hands and witnessed this moment with their eyes.

The whistle blows and the game is over.

At the end of the game, Mordred subconsciously looked towards the stands, he wanted to see the excited and excited expressions of the fans.

But in the next second, he couldn't stand anymore, and his teammates found out that something was wrong with him, and hurried up to help him.

At the same time, violent cheers broke out in the stands, including the fans of the Japanese team applauding for them.

"Your strength is very strong. It is my honor to play this game with you." Shinji Kagawa walked to Mordred and said to Mordred in English.

Mordred patted his teammate's arm holding him lightly, with a smile on his face.

"Your strength is very strong. If your body is not injured, the outcome of this game is not certain."

Shinji Kagawa looked down at Mordred's hand, held it without hesitation, and smiled: "There is no if in the game. Since I chose to play with an illness, I must be prepared to lose because of it." Get ready, you deserve this victory."

In this happy atmosphere, Kagawa Shinji suddenly changed the subject, "But the next victory must belong to me."

Mordred raised his head, his eyes burning with fighting spirit.

"It's useless to say that here, I'm looking forward to our next game."

It was as if the victory had already been taken into his pocket by what he said. The appearance of the two equally high-spirited teenagers looking at each other and shaking hands was reported by major newspapers.

This time the media didn't just brag about Mordred alone, everyone in the Chinese team could say that they were proud in this game and proved to the hopeful Chinese fans with their strength that they haven't fallen yet.

Mordred knows that the UEFA Champions League will be played in a while. Although he really wants to go back, he spent a lot of energy against the Japanese team this time.

Everyone still agreed to let him stay in the motherland for two days, take it easy, or at least stop traveling.

Mendes, who has always been skinny, really can't bear to squeeze him anymore, and Mordred has gained a lot of free time.

However, Mordred was not idle, and took advantage of this time to take a good stroll around this great river and mountain.

As for the teammates, they still have their own tasks. They still have club games to play after they finish the game.

However, no one envied Mordred's treatment. They still remembered what they got for this rare vacation.

When he was off the court, he was helped down, and Camacho was not allowed to go on after the game.

So the fans saw a star who posted more than 10 tweets a day on Weibo, all of which were photos of scenery from various places.

Some fans started squatting, but unfortunately they never succeeded.

Mordred not only practiced his good makeup skills outside, but he also posted photos after going out of the city.

"How's your game going?"

Mordred looked at the local conditions and customs in the ancient city of Luoyang, while caring about his lover.

Chris has just finished training, so he knows that he is giving himself a vacation these days.

"Fortunately, I will go back to play the last game tomorrow." Putting the towel on his strong body, he said quietly with his national team teammates behind his back: "How about you? How long are you going to rest?"

Mordred was silent for a while, then spit out two words, "Secret..."

"Hey, baby, you are so indifferent to me today." While worrying that his teammates in the national team would find out, Chris began to play rogue mode with Mordred.

The teammates who didn't know about Chris' love affair were aroused a lot of curiosity by his mysterious posture, but Pepe and others who knew it clearly were just full of helplessness.

Mordred naturally couldn't stand his tone, and finally revealed a little information.

Reluctantly said to Chris: "Tomorrow I will give you a surprise."

Chris began to pack his things while holding his mobile phone, preparing to go back to the hotel, so that he would not have to worry about creatures like his teammates.

Then he started running the train with his mouth full, guessing all kinds of surprises that Mordred would give him.

"You keep it so secret, is it possible that the surprise is yourself?"

When Chris returned to the hotel, he no longer had to worry about it. This unscrupulous guess immediately made Mordred blush.

Who made Chris Mordred's first love in these two lives?Many firsts were given to him.

"What are you guessing about!" Mordred's tone was rarely exasperated, and Chris also saw the shyness of his age in him.

It's not that Chris is dissatisfied, the love between the two has succeeded a little too naturally, without those twists and turns.

The two hearts throbbed with each other, so they were together.

There is no vow of eternal love, no grandeur.

Even meeting the parents didn't have too many twists and turns.

Sometimes Chris really suspects that this relationship is too smooth, and Mordred also loses a little bit of youthful passion in his relationship. The two of them can step into old age at any time and live a life of tea, rice, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar. The dull days of tea.

These little youthful feelings made Chris treasure, as if Mordred would only show his emotionally lame side when he was teased by him.

Even if he doesn't admit it, Chris has a deep affection for Mordred.

Each side of Mordred has a different charm, waiting for him to uncover the next veil.

Mordred realized that he had lost his composure, and quickly adjusted it, but his reserved voice was like a string being tightened, showing a kind of rigidity.

"Don't guess randomly, I will tell you the answer in due time." Then he hung up the phone as if he couldn't control his hand.

After hanging up the phone, Mordred realized that he was overly nervous and even more annoyed.

Doesn't this make it even more pretentious?

It is said that the two of them have shown affection for such a long time, but the degree of intimacy is limited to kissing and hugging...

Maybe it was because Chris was concerned about the implicitness of Asians, so he kept silent, and this time he got what he wanted?

The more he thought about Mordred, the more he shrunk into a ball, so the tourists in the ancient city of Luoyang watched, and there was a young man in a black hoodie on the street, talking to the telephone pole like a psychopath.

For a while, Mordred was forced to leave a space around, and no one wanted to get close to this guy who seemed to have a problem with his mind.

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Mordred came to Portugal the next day. The football atmosphere here is very strong, and the temperature here is relatively moderate.

When you enter the central city, you will find many Portuguese beauties wearing navel-cut shorts and Portuguese flags on their faces.

Every Portuguese has a smile on his face, after all, the opponent in this competition is here to give away points.

Who put them against the weakest team in the entire team, Luxembourg.

Mordred took out the ticket that had been booked long ago, and pressed the hat tightly, for fear of being squeezed out by the people around him.

When he entered the field, Chris was shaking hands with the Luxembourg players. Mordred, who had been separated for a long time, suddenly saw Chris's appearance, and an honest smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The whole person is a big fanboy.

Mordred sat relaxed on the chair, this was the first time he went to watch a ball game without any purpose.

No need to analyze the lineup, no need to collect opponent data.

Sitting in the stands this time, not only are like-minded people around, they also like Chris, cheering for every goal of Chris.

Mordred was in the middle of it, and for the first time he felt that it didn't matter if he was discovered.

Chris, who was running on the field, looked at the stands, his head was covered in blackness.

But he just had the feeling that Mordred was watching him from the stands.

The distraction was only for a moment, but he quickly focused on the game.

At this time, the two people's moods are exactly the same, and they can't wait to appear in front of each other in the next second.

In the eyes of some people, the game can be said to be worthless, and it is not an exaggeration to say that this game was crushed. The Luxembourg fans were downcast with a big score of 4:0.

The Spanish fans had started singing 'There's only one Ronaldo' from the stands, Mordred's voice mingling with the chorus.

The lover's name was spoken in this way, and a warm sense of satisfaction rose from the bottom of my heart.

Chris stood on the turf of the green field, waved to the fans who supported him, and subconsciously looked for the familiar figure in his eyes.

But trying to find the person you want from the vast crowd is a bit too fairytale.

Mordred, who was in the stands, stared at the man under the spotlight, and suddenly understood what the fans said.

"Chris will do his best to pursue the result he wants, and in the process become a dazzling existence that everyone looks up to."

Now this admirable existence will only be by my side for the rest of my life.

This is more touching than any love story.

Mordred left early in order to surprise Chris.

He knew that if Chris won the game, he would go to the interview first and then celebrate with his teammates, but he just couldn't hold back his eagerness to see each other.

When he came to the hotel, Mordred booked a room closer to Chris's room, and even took the initiative to reveal his identity in order to convince the lady at the front desk that he was really not a reporter.

"My beautiful lady, I hope you can help me keep this secret, I want to have a little joke with Chris."

Mordred blinked at the young lady at the front desk, this face was the best passport.

The young lady also opened a room closer to Mordred with a face that I understand.

Sitting in the room, Mordred has been keeping an eye out of the door, waiting for Chris to come back and the two will share the surprise that belongs to them.

The author has something to say:

Updates start today!After work, I sat in front of the computer with a blank mind, and the timeline was chaotic. I rearranged the timeline of the outline, so sorry for the delay, little angels.

I won't cheat!