football king

To be honest, Barcelona has been a bit miserable this season.

They are the mortal enemies of Real Madrid. Now that the mortal enemies have risen, can they have a better life?The fans are still very tolerant towards Barcelona itself, because the general club of Barcelona is different, like a big family, as long as you come to Barcelona, ​​you can play for the club for a long time if you have the ability to win the lottery.

Some stars may have played for Barcelona longer than they fell in love with Barcelona. Who can blame them?

But this season, being under pressure, they will feel dissatisfied no matter how tolerant they are.

Similarly, Barcelona's heart is also burning with raging anger, ready to take revenge at any time.

It would be fine if they had been beaten by Real Madrid all the time before, they won more than they lost against Real Madrid before!Just joining one person can cause such a chemical reaction to the entire Real Madrid, they must not accept it.

It's just a pity that they can't meet Real Madrid now. If they want to play Real Madrid again, they have to wait at least a few rounds of the league, but the anger of revenge can't wait to play against them in the next game.

Fortunately, with continuous efforts during this period, the league scores and Real Madrid have been in a state of race, even though I can't meet Barcelona fans, I am very tolerant.

I have to say that Barcelona fans are the envy of Mordred, such a strong tolerance.

Of course, even if Barcelona used this condition to lure him, he would not go! (firm)

Among other things, even if Barcelona dared to buy it, he would never dare to go...

If you go there, wait to be bombarded from all angles. If you transfer, you will also transfer to the hands of your sworn enemy!You think everyone is Arsenal!The captain is sold every year, and the one with the highest price wins.

If he dares to transfer to Barcelona, ​​Mr. Madman will be the first to let him know what death is.

Thinking of this, Mordred couldn't help but glanced at Mourinho, and found that the other party didn't want to talk to him. He took the initiative to run to the madman and said, "Sir, you seem to be in good spirits these days."

Mourinho, who was recording the physical condition of the players, was finally willing to look up at him, "Have you finished training?"

Hearing this Mordred puffed out his chest, he was finally able to show off in front of Mr.

"Training is over!" That tone was as proud as it could be.

Mourinho looked at his little look waiting to be praised, and his hands were itchy.

The more he behaves like this, the less Mourinho wants to let him do what he wants, just like bullying a big dog.

"Since you have finished the training, help me record the data together." Mourinho took out a brand new notebook from under the notebook and handed it to him. Anyway, he is very familiar with these businesses.

"Sir..." Mordred took the notebook wearily, and began to help the husband record together. If Mordred was really a dog, he could clearly see the ears and tail drooping, a wronged horse.

After the bullying, it was natural to give a candy. Mourinho put his big hand on Mordred's head and rubbed it twice. The soft hair felt very good.

Since everyone decided to treat him seriously, this kind of touching and hugging has become less and less.

Mordred felt the temperature from his head, and muttered, "The hairstyle is messed up." In fact, he was still very happy.

Mourinho withdrew his hand, and suddenly remembered the rumors he had heard before. People with soft hair have very soft personalities...

Now that I think about it, this sentence is not completely correct. As long as you don't touch the bottom line of this guy, rub it casually. Once you touch it, you will transform into a beast.

Mourinho had a slight smile on his face, "You did a good job during this time, keep going."

Mordred, who was sorting out the data, instantly widened his eyes, "Sir, you praised me! It's really strange."

It would be fine if he didn't say it, but when he said it, Mourinho immediately turned black.

"I usually don't praise you enough?"

"No, no, it's just a little less compared to the reprimand, but I can understand that you are doing it for my own good!" Mordred went up and gave Mr. Madman a hug, but was finally pushed away by Mr. Madman with a look of disgust. .

Mordred is like a stealing cat at this time. To be honest, Mourinho's behavior is too much like his imaginary father, stern yet majestic.

Anthony is a teacher, he has always been strict with him, until...his legs can no longer run on the green field, his attitude towards himself eased, but Mordred never complained to Anthony, because he had to bear More.

If it weren't for his previous life, he would definitely not be remembered by so many people. He believed that even if he died, he would still be one of the best players in the football world, and he would be pulled out for comparison from time to time.

"Sir, I don't know if you would mind having another son, the kind that is very good." Mordred said what he had always wanted to say.

He and his husband have always been both teachers and fathers, and the husband has never denied this relationship, but neither of them made it clear.

Mourinho paused for a while, and Mordred's heart ached.

He's not sure if it's a good thing for him to make the matter clear, if the husband refuses... Will he still be able to act like a baby to him in the future?

Thinking of being coquettish, Mordred despises himself a bit, how old are the two lifetimes combined!Also act like a baby every day.

But he lived his whole life again, and he never felt the age gap, just like when Anthony brought him back.

Maybe they all have a naive self in their hearts, and they will never grow up in their lifetime.

But Mordred still eagerly waited for the answer from Mr. Mourinho, and Mourinho sighed lightly.

The notebook in his hand turned into a stick at some point, and when he saw something pointed at his head, Mordred subconsciously closed his eyes.

Then what I felt was the light and fluttering strength, "What is the difference between the two of us getting along with father and son now?"

At first Mourinho didn't want to admit it so easily, but seeing Mordred's disturbed face, he couldn't bear to make him sad anymore.

Mordred opened his eyes, and his eyes seemed to be shining, with an unconcealable joy on his face.

"Sir! You promised!" If possible, Mordred must run around the club a few times!

But he was still a little apprehensive, "Father?"

"Hmm." Mourinho disliked him for being unsteady, but he still agreed.

"Hey hey." Mordred took the notebook and recorded it, while laughing foolishly, Mourinho made his scalp tingle, how did he recognize this stupid son!

Mourinho stayed away calmly. What the others saw after training was Mordred with a smirk on his face. I don't know if he thought he was breathing too much.

"What's wrong with you?"

Chris wiped the water from his hair and put his arm around Mordred's shoulder.

Mordred excitedly kissed Chris directly on the cheek, and there was a scent of mint on his body just after taking a shower.

The usual rich perfume was also washed away, and Mordred's happy eyes became slits. "Mr. will be my father from now on! He recognized me as his godson just now! He admitted it."

Chris who heard this was not only unhappy, but also felt his scalp tingling.

Mourinho will be his father in the future?So he hasn't fought Sir Alex Ferguson yet?

Thinking of the two of them living in old age in the future, Chris couldn't help but gasp, but he didn't let Mordred see it.

He coughed and said, "If you recognize Mr. Madman as your father, won't your mother feel uncomfortable?"

Mordred's excited expression froze for a moment. He really didn't expect this... Just now he almost went outside to publicize to the media, telling the whole world that the madman is now his father. If he really publicized that his mother should From where.

Mordred looked at Chris silently, "Don't you often say that Sir Vogelsang is like your father in front of the media? It should be fine."

Seeing him like this, Chris knew that he didn't think about it at all, and said helplessly: "You can say that in front of the media, but you can't say that Mr. Madman is your father. If the relationship is too close on the football field, the fans will I wonder if you are favored."

"Don't doubt, they will think so, especially the relationship between coaches and players." Chris thought that he didn't know much about this aspect, so he specially gave him a popular science.

Mordred actually knew it all, but he forgot it because of his brain fever.

Nepotism is easy to be suspected no matter what time it is.

"Chris, thank you. If it weren't for you, I'm afraid I'd be outspoken again."

"Do we need to say thank you for the relationship between the two of us? Have another sip." Chris nodded his cheeks, and the meaning was self-evident.

Mordred's regretful eyes just now burst into laughter, and kissed him on the face again. The mint flavor was still very fascinating.

"Actually, you can wear less perfume, it's a bit pungent."

Mordred likes this refreshing feeling very much, but he always likes to wear relatively strong perfume during training and daily life, and sometimes the bergamot smell on his body will be covered up.

"I like it better, if you don't like it, you can choose one for me."

Chris leaned in front of Mordred, and the atmosphere between the two was very good.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Mordred was taken aback and wanted to turn his head to see who it was.

Then he was held down by Chris, "Ricardo, it's not very good for you to make a sound at this time."

Kaka's gentle voice sounded, "Although I shouldn't disturb you, you should also pay attention to the occasion, and you are blocking the way."

Mordred looked around at the empty training field, and really admired Kaka's ability to lie with his eyes open.

"You can take a detour, you can pass the road here if you wrap yourself into a silkworm chrysalis."

The relationship between Chris and Kaka is relatively good, and they can basically say anything. Kaka is not angry and walks to Mordred, "When did he become like this? His mouth has changed. He used to be very honest. .”

Mordred pretended to think carefully and tilted his head, and said to Kaka solemnly for a while: "Since you are with me, I taught."

The author has something to say:

The third update!It's over, I still feel a little uncomfortable today, and I have been nauseated. As long as I don't lie in bed and can't get up tomorrow, I will be on the second watch.