football king

After visiting the town with Chris, Mordred also had a new understanding of the island, and the thoughts in his heart became deeper and deeper.

Back in the car, Mordred thought that the two of them were going back, but halfway he realized that this was not the way back to the hotel at all.

As an outsider, Mordred basically knew nothing about Portugal.

Anyway, Chris would not sell him for money, and Mordred was also happy and relaxed, sitting in the co-pilot seat and chatting with Chris.

"During this time, Doyle almost bored me to death, pestering me every day to ask you for more autographed photos, at first I pretended to be your fanboy, but now that I think about it, I really haven't learned the essence at all. "

Thinking of my friend who is a living treasure, I can't stop smiling.

Chris also thought of the first time they met, Mordred said to himself that he was a fan of himself, "I realized it as early as the first time I saw you, and there was no admiration in your eyes at all, not only that, when you saw Others look like normal people."

"After all, you transferred from a club like the United States. I made a bet with Pepe and others before, guessing whose fan you are, and we all lost."

When we met for the first time, everyone found that this boy exuded kindness towards everyone, but he didn't particularly like anyone or admire anyone, as if they were not a group of superstars who had been famous for a long time, but to him, they were just a group of colleagues. Colleagues who get along well.

So Mordred was not popular at the beginning, and those who had a bad temper even made things difficult on purpose.

But Mordred was not at all as bright as that face showed, he was meticulous in training, and he turned a blind eye to these difficulties.

Of course, it was Mordred's strength that made them change their attitude in the end. The aura he showed against Barcelona made it hard for everyone to hate this energetic teenager.

Maybe Mordred just has this endearing aura?

Thinking of this, Chris was amused by his own thoughts.

Mordred didn't pay attention to these twists and turns in Chris's mind, he was just a little embarrassed.

At that time, he was indeed a little cold. For him, whether it was the famous Cristiano Ronaldo or Kaka, the son of God, they were too far away for him.

In the United States, he had no contact with them at all. At most, he knew of their existence from his teammates or the news, and the information he collected was only to better understand his opponents.

Once an imaginary enemy he has never known before becomes a teammate, it is really difficult for him to develop a good impression of someone he has no impression of.

"Did you all lose without any resentment towards me?"

Mordred still finds it strange that everyone in Real Madrid treats him very well, so it stands to reason that his attitude should be dealt with properly.

How old are you? When you first arrived in the locker room, you looked at him with disdain, as if you were out of the Three Realms.

If he didn't die in his previous life, he could peel off the skin, but in Real Madrid he didn't feel targeted at all.

Chris gave him a weird look, as if to say, can you be more slow.

"Don't you realize that everyone is excluding you? Before you play, everyone in the locker room ignores you intentionally or unintentionally."

Hearing this, Mordred's eyes widened immediately, "Do you call that repulsion?"

The way the two of you looked at me and I looked at you was a little funny, but in the end it was Chris who wanted to drive and look away.

"Do you think that old players can bully new players at will like no one cares about them in ancient times? Then you think football is too dark. Now there are so many media staring at it, but when it comes to transfers, old players bully new players. , the club will be slammed."

Chris didn't know what was going on in Mordred's mind, or he should break all of these into his mind bit by bit, so as not to make such common-sense problems again.

Mordred, who had never learned about these things, couldn't help sighing, "It's really nice here."

But Chris, who heard this sentence, misunderstood him, and asked him suspiciously, "Is this custom still popular in the United States?"

Mordred, who was afraid that he might misunderstand, quickly explained: "No, no, I entered the club directly from the youth training camp, so I didn't know much about it. Those teammates said a lot of threatening words before I came, That's why it was misunderstood."

Mordred silently apologized to his ex-teammates in his heart, and then blamed them. Now Mordred is going to tell the story of his previous life. These things are too shocking. Let's talk about them after the two are really together.

"Then their imagination is too rich."

The two chatted, and the car arrived.

Mordred observed carefully for a long time, and felt a little familiar, but he couldn't figure out where he had seen this place before.

In the end, Chris reassured him, "This is Sporting Lisbon, the place where my dream started."

Only then did Mordred remember that when he was collecting information, he had made photos in his notebook, but he hadn't updated the information for a long time, so he forgot about it.

It can be said that Mordred has memorized the glorious history of Chris Boy here, but those were all reported.

Mordred thought that he brought himself here today, not to talk about those commonplace things.

"If I have time, I really want to take you to the Theater of Dreams, not as an enemy, but as a former Manchester United player."

"There will be time, we still have a long future."

Mordred's words made Chris laugh like the second idiot, "Yeah, we still have a long future."

"Aren't we going in?" Mordred couldn't help asking, seeing that Chris didn't mean to take himself in to have a look.

"It's too late now, didn't you say that we still have a long future. When we retire, I will take you through these places in more detail. Isn't it better than a rough look now?"

"Too."

"If we are not players now, I will definitely take you to taste Portuguese food." They gave up too much to become players, such as time.

They are training tirelessly while others are having fun and can't be with their families.

Their efforts are also rewarded. They are admired by the fans, they win glory for the country, and they have teammates who are like confidants.

"Actually, if you want to eat, we can secretly eat some, and the husband won't find out." Mordred saw Chris's regret, and whispered to him, as if the husband was around.

"Don't make trouble, sir may spoil you, but he is more terrifying to me than Grandet."

Chris couldn't help curling his lips when he thought of the Portuguese whose personality was comparable to his own.

The principle of same-sex repulsion makes two people dislike each other, but he really has nothing to choose from Mordred, and the relationship between the two has eased a bit.

Chris didn't want to embarrass Mordred, and added, "I'm not as young and energetic as you now, and I need to maintain my physical fitness. I want to play on the court for a few more years."

"Your physical fitness is better than mine." Mordred pouted.

There is no falsehood in this statement. Chris has received more professional training than him, and he is extremely self-disciplined, and his physical fitness is also top-notch for his age.

If he continues to maintain this self-discipline, he dare not say that he will have no major physical problems in five years.

Chris took Mordred to visit Portugal in the evening. The tight time was a bit fleeting, but it was still good for the two of them to have this kind of free time.

After returning to Real Madrid, there will be intense training again. The next Real Madrid match can be said to be very tight, and the opponents are not easy to mess with.

Most of the players can't immediately start the game when they return to Real Madrid. The high-intensity game in the national team makes them physically overwhelmed and must be rotated.

Fortunately, all big clubs have to endure such pains.

Just like Shinji Kagawa of the Japanese team, returning to Manchester United will take a period of rest. If I don’t keep training during the rest period, my ball feel and physical fitness will decline.

As a top club, Real Madrid will suffer even more.

Because he has too many stars, no national team will put away strong players and use weak ones.

But Real Madrid is rich and powerful!The thickness of the bench is also enough for rotation.

So it's really rare for them to have such a day off, just take a look at it, and it's fine for them to watch it every day after they retire.

After shopping, Mordred bought a ticket and flew back to Real Madrid in the evening. The two of them have not planned to make it public now, and it would be bad if their teammates found out.

Back home, Mordred felt like he was falling apart, his joints were sore, and he lay on the bed without taking off his clothes.

It stands to reason that his rest time is not short, but... he can't stand him running around like a hardworking bee.

He has visited many places in the past few days, and the two of them had a good time.

Chris is very skilled and did not leave too much burden on his body, but he tossed and turned all night, went shopping around the next day, and then returned to Spain by boat and plane, even Iron Man couldn't stand such a toss.

Now Mordred can only hope that he is young, his body can recover quickly, and he can quickly keep up with training when he returns to the club.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to explain why he was so tired after resting for a few days, Mr. must know why he was so tired...

Mordred couldn't help shivering, and quickly threw aside the terrifying thought.

Mordred just fell asleep in a daze.

"Meris, change your sneakers quickly, it's time for you to play."

Mordred looked up and saw Ozil wiped the rain on his face, and the white jersey on his body was already soaked.

Before he could react, his body automatically put on his sneakers and stepped on the turf.

Looking around, he realized it was Real Madrid vs. Manchester United, and the opponent's red jersey stood out like fire.

The rain on the top of the head is not too heavy, and the drizzle makes people irritable.

As the whistle sounded, the stupid horse passed the ball to him, and the sneakers suddenly slipped and Mordred fell a dog gnawing mud.

Mordred finished the game dizzy. At the end of the game 3:0, the Real Madrid fans who came with the team booed.

"Meris has no aura at all. I really don't know why Mourinho still let this kind of person stay in the team."

"I heard that he and his teammates are very ambiguous. This kind of person is really disgusting."

"I was poured 3 more goals. Real Madrid hastened to sell this kind of person, maybe they can get some money."

Malicious voices poured into his ears endlessly, and Mordred wanted to open his mouth to refute, but he couldn't make a sound.

In the end Mordred woke up anxiously because he couldn't speak, his hair was wet with sweat, and it was already dawn outside.

Sitting on the bed Mordred slowly recovered, realizing it was just a dream.

Mordred was confused, why did he have this dream.

The logic in the dream is also very problematic. If his ability declines and his aura no longer exists, Real Madrid will never support idlers. The husband will give him opportunities again and again. Real Madrid is not a charity.

Soon Mordred was amused by his own thoughts, and he was also amused by the logic of the dream.

But it was also this dream that made Mordred realize that he was a little too tired during this time, and he needed to rest.

The author has something to say:

It was the president's birthday yesterday, and I was thinking of adding more, but the coffee was not strong enough, and the computer was locked in the small black room and fell asleep. Today, I increased the dose, hoping that the coffee would be stronger.