football king

"Then..." Before Mordred could ask, he heard Lin Yue say, "Although I always want you to win glory for the country, I will not disregard your wishes. I understand how hopeless Chinese football is." Help, don't worry about me."

Mordred reached out and rubbed his brows, and said with a wry smile: "Mom, what are you talking about? I promise you that you will see all the trophies I will get when I accompany China in my lifetime, and take them all."

Soon Mordred diverted the topic, and the two of them hadn't seen each other for a long time, and they started chatting about homework.

When the phone was hung up, Mordred still couldn't forget Lin Yue's disappointed tone, and turned on the TV to watch the Chinese team's World Cup qualifier against Iraq some time ago.

At that time, he was trained by Mr. Madman so he didn't care to pay attention to the outside world. Looking back at this game now, he was really full of despair.

It can be said that the match against Iraq took place at the right time, place and people. The venue was booked by those Chinese fans who held expectations and turned the venue into a devil's home court. The referee was also on their side. The whistle was a bit off. Still lost the game 11:10.

A messy back line, a forward without shooting boots, a goalkeeper with buttery hands, and messy running positions. This series of combinations pushed the Chinese team into the abyss step by step. Mordred could even imagine that the ball could not be passed to his feet in the Chinese team. , One person dribbles, passes, and shoots without any support.

Mordred has never been the kind of person who likes to give up. He carefully collects the information of the next Chinese team opponents, hoping to win the goddess of victory into his arms.

The next day, Mordred had daily training, and everyone was shocked by Mordred's dark circles, which were comparable to giant pandas.

Marcelo reached out and poked his dark blue eyes, "Brother, did you have a high night last night? If so, don't tell the truth or you will be sprayed badly."

After finishing speaking, Marcelo's face froze suddenly, and he was about to remind Mordred, when he heard him say: "Where can I go? Hey, I collected information all night last night. The situation of the Chinese team is really bad." , I can only take some heresy ways to see if I can increase the winning rate a little bit."

This kind of serious answer not only made Marcelo breathe a sigh of relief, but also the superstars who also paid attention to this side also breathed a sigh of relief.

Although they didn't think there was anything wrong with going out to have a good time, they couldn't stand Mourinho standing behind Mordred.

But Mordred didn't realize it at all, and opened his notebook in front of Marcelo. The familiar recording method on it made Marcelo tremble. He still can't forget the feeling of being analyzed from the inside out. .

"This is the information I collected on the opponents of the Chinese team in the next game. I hope it can be used." Mourinho, who has never known that he has the habit of collecting information, saw the detailed information on the players, and couldn't help picking it. brow.

Just at this time, Mordred changed his jersey to prepare for training, and turned his head and bumped into Mourinho.

The moment he saw Mourinho, Mordred subconsciously covered his dark circles, and shouted nervously, "Mr... first."

"Yeah." An unsalty answer made Mordred instantly lift his heart.

He has already been suspended for three games, but he can't be suspended for another three games!Before he started to explain, Mourinho suddenly took the notebook in his hand, and the detailed records on it made Mourinho glance at Mordred strangely.

"You go to training first, lend me this notebook for two days?" It was obviously a question, but it sounded like an order from the madman's mouth.

Mordred saw that he didn't need to be trained, so he answered very clearly, isn't it just a notebook?How many people in the team have seen it.

Satisfied, Mu Niao took the notebook and walked away.

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After finishing the day's training, Mordred reached out and stroked his hair, stood up and said to several teammates who had just finished training, "Hey hey, captain, Chris, help me with a training session."

The people whose names were called looked at each other and stood up helplessly.

Today, Mordred is full of thoughts and is not as lively as usual, but they can't intervene when this matter involves the national team. Now that he has recovered, they naturally agree.

So there was a very interesting scene on the field.

Cristiano Ronaldo, Ozil, Pepe, Marcelo, and Cassie stood on the field, and there was only Mordred on the opposite side.

The grand occasion of 1v5 appeared like this, against the current superstars, but after a period of training, their physical strength has declined.

That's right, Mordred was simulating the scene of being alone and helpless after entering the national team. Training earlier might have a better chance of winning. He never expected any miracles, because he knew that miracles were made by people.

Mordred kicked off the ball, dribbled the ball with the outside of his instep to avoid Ronaldo's volley, and then met him with pressure from Ozil and Marcelo at the same time. Wipe in the middle.

But in the end he fell under Pepe's ruthless iron feet. Mordred was lying on the cold turf, and the pain in his lungs told him that he could not continue.

As Portugal's big brother, Ronaldo's training of Pepe is justifiable, "Why do you hit such a heavy foot, he is his own and not Barcelona!" Clean, didn't touch him!

Ozil, who was also very nervous, hurried to Mordred and helped him up, "Are you okay!"

Mordred's dedication and easy-going personality made all the stars agree with him. Now he is not in the right state and is more nervous than Mordred himself.

Mu Niao said that Mordred's slightly mischievous youthful disposition is the slightest bit of spoiled by them.

Mordred rested his head on Ozil's shoulder, and said in a muffled voice, "I'm afraid, I'm afraid I won't be able to achieve the height expected by the fans."

Whether in his previous life or in this life, he always regards fans as very important. He dare not think that he has shouldered the expectations of so many people, and those people will be disappointed if he fails.

Ozil, who is also unhappy with the national team, can't say any words of comfort, because his own mess has not been cleared up yet.

Mourinho, who stood in front of the window and watched for a long time, came to him, "Meris, come with me."

Mordred wiped off the grass clippings on his body, and followed Mourinho silently.

When he came to the office, Mourinho handed him a cup of hot cocoa, and sat opposite him with a complicated face, "You are not in the right state now."

Mordred lowered his head and took a sip of cocoa. The warm cocoa flowed down his stomach to warm his cold body, "I'm sorry sir, I did something irrational today." powerless.

Mu Niao stroked the notebook that belonged to Mordred, and sighed softly: "You are just a human being, not a god. Don't put too much pressure on yourself."

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(6000/6000) The third shift is completed, the stupid author went to bed, and has to go to work tomorrow, good night everyone.