football king

Three people, you look at me, I look at you, and finally couldn't hold back. Chris, a guy at the kindergarten level, was the most exaggerated, and he sat on the grass.

Mordred sighed again, this guy is just a bluff... He has a super gentle personality, and he rarely even blames others, and the little mini is more mature than him.

The three talked and laughed and finally fell on the game. Mordred sighed, "Do you have any good ideas for the next game against Manchester United?"

Kaka's face was a bit awkward. Mr. Ferguson wanted to buy him many times, but he failed in the end, but Kaka was still very good to this old man.

As for Chris, who knows a little more about Manchester United now, "Manchester United is experiencing a wave of injuries. Although they still maintain their victory this season, they are already unable to turn over personnel."

Mordred thought about what the newspapers reported recently. If these were not fake news released by Manchester United, then Manchester United must have a big problem now.

"Chris, with what you know about Manchester United, do you think it's fake news?"

The relaxed expression on Chris's face almost disappeared. It was obvious that he didn't want to see his old club, but there was nothing he could do about it.

"These are not fake news, no... most of them are not fake news, some who say they are going to retire and can no longer play football are fake news, some injuries are indeed real."

Even if Kesley doesn't have the slightest sympathy for those media, he has to admit that these hyena-like paparazzi can find things that the clubs want to hide, but these things also need to be refined.

If he was not familiar enough with Manchester United, Chris would not believe the hype of these media reports.

"How should I put it, it is a good thing for us that Manchester United is in such a predicament now." Mordred understood the position of Manchester United in Chris's heart, and reached out and patted him on the shoulder, for fear that he would not be able to figure it out.

Suddenly being comforted by his much smaller lover, Chris felt much better, and put his big hand on his head.

"Don't worry, I think about this kind of thing very clearly. It's not that I haven't played against Manchester United before. It's just that being able to understand and feeling uncomfortable are two different things."

Even though Chris said that, he felt very comfortable in his heart.

Ex-girlfriends never cared about these things, or they didn't understand them at all, let alone cared.

Being with Mordred was just a heartbeat, and now the two of them are living together, even thinking about what the two of them will become in the future.

Perhaps these concerns seem insignificant, but they are as refreshing as spring rain.

After staying with Mordred for a long time, the small town boy who used to be has become poetic now.

Thinking about it carefully, except for the clothes given by the sponsors, the rest of the closet were all picked by Mordred himself, including but not limited to ties, suits, shirts and other things.

While Chris was wandering, Kaka and Mordred also chatted.

"How does your body feel now? There shouldn't be any sequelae."

Mordred is still very concerned about this gentle Brazilian, and he is his number one patient in the world.

"Great!" Speaking of this, Kaka's face was full of smiles, even the angel who was praised by the media every day --- Mordred also bowed down under this sunny smile.

"It's a pity that everyone doesn't recognize you. Although it's a bit exaggerated to say this, I think your medical skills are on par with your football skills." Kaka gave Mordred a thumbs up while talking, and with a bright smile, I don't know Why did Mordred flash a particularly magical smile in his mind.

"It's not an exaggeration to call my body a miracle."

Hearing this, Mordred was frightened, shaking his hands and head together, "No, no, no! Your words are a bit too exaggerated. This is just an ordinary treatment. The teacher who taught me is very strong! I and him It's simply unremarkable."

Mordred thought of the teacher who connected himself to his muscles and bones, and goosebumps sprung up like mushrooms after rain.

The horror memory was so deep that he couldn't forget it at all.

"If I could, I really want to meet that gentleman. He is so great." Kaka touched his legs that were no longer in pain. The past pain brought him too many things, both good and bad.

It has been a long time since he was woken up by the pain of his leg injury, and he will never wake up in cold sweat every night, but the pain still penetrates deep into the brain and is difficult to get rid of. Obviously there is no problem with the body, and the brain will always remind him not to repeat the same mistakes again.

Seeing Kaka's complex expression, one can almost guess what he is thinking, and he can help heal the physical pain.

But the pain in the heart, even he himself is still in distress.

"How about seeing a psychiatrist when you have time? Actually, I've always wanted to see a psychiatrist, but I'd be afraid if no one is with me. After a while, we'll be together, how about just treating me as you?"

This is Mordred's unique gentleness, he will not take the initiative to persuade Kaka to see a psychiatrist, this way is easier to be accepted.

Kaka accepted Mordred's kindness, and also looked at him gently, "Of course, I also hope that you can accompany me."

The two looked at each other, and immediately realized that the other had understood, and a smile appeared on their faces at the same time.

Chris, who was standing next to them, saw two angels talking in a trance.

Back home, Chris was preparing dinner, and Mordred was watching TV with Little Mini.

Suddenly the ringing of Mordred's cell phone broke the silence. Mordred raised his eyebrows when he saw the phone call. It turned out to be Mendes, a busy man. I don't know how this iron rooster who has nothing to go to the Three Treasures Palace thought of him.

"Are you busy?"

"I'm waiting for dinner, so try to speak as quickly as possible." Mordred imitated Mendez's usual way of speaking, even with a little Portuguese regional accent, who taught it is self-evident.

Mendez over there covered his face with his hands, knowing that it would not be a good thing for the two naughty ghosts to stay together.

"Do you remember the last game against Dortmund?"

Seeing Mendes suddenly mentioning Dortmund, Mordred was a little confused. It has been more than half a week since the last match against Dortmund... What happened to him suddenly?

But Mordred still asked cautiously: "Is it a good thing or a bad thing?"

Mendes was stopped by this question, thinking of the call from the Football Association.

"It was the last time Weidenferrie racially discriminated against you, do you remember?"

Racism is an acute issue in any movement, a word that infuriates the insulted.

So when Mendes spoke to Mordred, his voice was as soft as possible.

He didn't understand why Mordred didn't tell the media about this matter. Even if Mourinho didn't take him to be interviewed by reporters at the beginning, he should have asked the media to tell the story. What about contacting him?

And looking at the current form, Mourinho doesn't know, otherwise his mouth would not let Weidenferrie go easily.

The Football Association is also very concerned about the issue of racial discrimination and took the initiative to call him to ask Mordred's wishes.

Mendes reminded Mordred that he was indeed very angry at the time, but when he thought about it carefully, he found it a bit ridiculous. It was precisely because others had no other attack points that he attacked his race.

Weidenferrie apologized to him again, and it seemed that he blurted out the words in a moment of impatience.

Mordred didn't make a big deal about it, but it's been so long, why did Mendes call?

When Mendes explained clearly, Mordred immediately thanked the referee.

In fact, he didn't need to help him after the game, but he still helped himself, "Wait a while, I'll think about it."

Mordred hung up the phone, sat on the sofa and began to think about life.

At this time, Chris came over to ask them to eat, and seeing Mordred's distressed face, he couldn't help but ask.

"This matter is not a matter at all, it mainly depends on you."

"Look at me?"

"Do you want to make this a big deal and make Weidenferrie pay for his unclean mouth, or do you think it's nothing at all, the past is over, it's all up to you, because he insulted you .”

"I want Weidenferrie to apologize on Twitter. As for the punishment, it will follow the punishment of the Football Association." After much deliberation, Mordred decided to make the matter public. Weidenferrie must have done what he said. Prepare to be punished.

In fact, if he concealed it, only the two teams and the Football Association would know about it.

But he hoped that there would be a lesson from Weidenferrie, so that there would be no such thing as racial discrimination in the future. Neither Chinese nor black should be discriminated against. There will be discrimination.

Even so, Mordred hoped that even if they discriminated in their hearts, they must hold back and talk to them with a smile.

After Mordred answered Mendes, he felt a lot more relaxed.

Now countries still attach great importance to racial discrimination, and Weidenferrie will definitely be punished heavily.

Three days later, the punishment came down.

Banned for three games and fined 1 euros.

In the Dortmund team, Hummels looked helplessly at Weidenferrie.

"You were too impulsive at the time. I thought that the little star would not pursue it, but I didn't expect it to happen... You are our mainstay, and you were suspended for three games..." Hummels sighed and his head hurt. .

There is a sickness of overcorrecting racial discrimination in various countries now, but Weidenferrie still hits the gun.

However, Weidenferrie did not intend to quibble about this punishment. He did say very hurtful things at the time.

He posted a solemn apology on Twitter, hoping to get his forgiveness.

"I'm very sorry that I said something that hurt people without thinking about it in an impulsive way. I hope you will forgive me."