football king

Mordred turned around and ran towards Rooney who was holding the ball. He was not familiar with this former teammate of Chris, and he had heard more or less from Chris.

I still have a good impression of this person, but he is absolutely unambiguous in defense.

With Chris's addition, his information on Rooney can be said to be complete to a certain extent, so Rooney is also fortunate to feel the feeling of being annoying.

"Actually, you can pass the ball to me." Mordred blinked, his expression brisk, as if he was not playing football but flirting in a coffee shop.

This description made Rooney shake the flesh on his body, and almost killed himself.

I have to admit that Mordred looks very good-looking, but this is a football field, not a model catwalk.

Rooney hit Owen horizontally, and Owen was in a very good position. Mordred seemed to see through it, and began to block his sight when he moved.

"Thanks brother!" Mordred whispered close to his ear, and then he was about to abduct the ball on his foot, but Rooney changed his route as soon as his foot touched the ball.

"You really think I'm stupid. Your defense is too hot. I suggest you learn from Ramos. You still have a lot of loopholes." After speaking, he passed it to Hernandez. Fernandez was running the instant he received the ball.

After all, the passive defense was a little bit worse, and it was passed to Nani who found the right position again. The ball did not have any fancy skills, and it went directly into the net.

Manchester United fans erupted into huge cheers, which could be clearly heard even on the pitch. Naturally, Real Madrid would not let others show off too much on their home court, booing everywhere.

But at this time, no one would care about this. A few people in the field raised Nani high.

Mordred was a little confused by this series of attacks, but he reacted quickly.

He was even more curious about how Rooney's fake move was done. He thought that his defensive ability was not as good as that of a serious defender, but he still has a lot of ability to defend a person...

Every detail on his body told him that he wanted to pass the ball to Owen, but he passed it to Nani in the opposite direction without warning.

After thinking for a while, Mordred set his sights on the gray-haired Ferguson on the sidelines, the old man who once built a dynasty with his own hands.

Perhaps feeling Mordred's gaze, the other party turned his gaze away from the celebrating children and put his gaze on Mordred.

The kind and gentle expression gave Mordred a feeling of being seen through. This kind old man is definitely not as gentle as he appears on the surface!

But think about it, this old man's ability to curse people is comparable to that of a madman.

I have also used my own defensive method twice. There is no reason why the Jazz doesn't target him. It is because he is too arrogant.

Mordred stood back to his original position, and Ramos, who was walking towards the backcourt, rumpled Mordred's hair and said, "It's not your fault for this goal, we're not ready, it's okay, it will take a long time." Now, the outcome is still unknown.”

Mordred stood there thinking deeply. Everyone thought he had been hit. After all, since his invention was invented, this was the first time someone had cracked his trick.

Unexpectedly, he was suddenly cared for, and Mordred was a little bit dumbfounded, but he was still very happy to receive the care from his teammates.

Then it was time for them to blow the counter-offensive horn. Now the score one has a bigger advantage than the opponent's away goal. The goal just now was completely his own mistake. Mordred tidied up his fluffy hair.

His eyes were fixed on Rooney, and his expression was very kind.

Rooney, who was standing in the center position, trembled, not knowing who the malice came from.

In the next game, they teamed up to present a wonderful game to the fans.

There is no deep hatred between the two sides, but no one will give in in this game. Even if Chris doesn't want to play against his old club again, he must run on the green field. Everything is for victory!

Just when Mordred passed the ball to Benzema, a drop of rain suddenly fell from the sky and hit his golden hair.

He didn't pay attention at first, until the rain fell on his cheeks, the bridge of his nose, and the clothes on his shoulders were all wet.

But the people on the field were still chasing the black spirit fiercely, and no one cared about the inconspicuous raindrops falling down.

Although the rain was not heavy, it was densely falling on the turf and made everyone frown. When Chris took the ball and was about to shoot, the spikes failed to fix his body.

Originally, Chris's movements were a bit fancy, but the current venue does not allow it at all.

Chris accidentally slipped in front of the goal and sat on the ground. Mordred, who was standing behind him, did not miss this opportunity and stepped up to make up for it.

How could the defender Paul next to him allow Mordred to score so easily, but it is not too difficult to make a sliding tackle on the slippery turf.

Mordred glanced out of the corner of his eye, if he didn't pull back, he would definitely kick him in the leg, but this ball...

The moment of time did not give Mordred time to think at all, and in the end, his body helped him do what he wanted to do most.

The ball bounced twice on the slippery ground, and finally fell down.

A ground ball escaped the goalkeeper's five-finger barrier.

The goalkeepers of both sides played perfectly in this game. The game was almost over in the middle of the game, but they blocked the attacking opportunities of the forwards one after another.

De Gea, the Spaniard, heard the whistle of the referee announcing the goal, squatted on the ground and grabbed the turf with his gloved hands. He couldn't make a mistake with this goal!

The efforts of his teammates were in vain at this time, so how could he not be annoyed as a goalkeeper.

Paul, who originally wanted to tackle the ball, still didn't attack Mordred, and when he was about to touch him, he withdrew his strength.

In fact, if he gave Mordred just now out of inertia, he would have received a yellow card at most, because it was a legitimate defense...

"Thank you." Of course Mordred knew it was someone's gentleness, and smiled at him.

Paul stretched out his hand and pulled Mordred up from the ground. The young guard looked at the young Mordred, sighed lightly, and said nothing.

I hope this young man can cherish his body more. It is a bit of a loss to devote himself to his future football career for one goal.

Only at this time did Mordred call Chris again. Chris sat on the ground and adjusted the shoelaces, but his brows were still frowning.

With an ominous premonition again, Mordred knelt down and asked, "Chris, are you injured?" His eyes swept across the other's body inch by inch, as long as there was something wrong with him, he would definitely find out.

Seeing his concerned look, Chris felt warm in his heart.

He stretched out his hand and said, "No, I just twisted it just now, don't worry."

"Are you sure? If your body..."

"Don't you still have you?" Chris blocked all Mordred's concerned words with one sentence.

He looked at Chris's serious expression, finally closed his eyes in resignation, and slowly said two words, "There is me."

He knew that Chris would never get off the field easily. Although he was a superstar, he never exercised any privileges because he was a superstar. In other words, most football superstars are very dedicated and can't be injured...

Even he is the same, otherwise he would never have stepped forward to make up for that kick against Paul just now.

The teammates next to him didn't find the problem with Chris, because everyone knew that Chris didn't celebrate Manchester United, so everyone forgot about him and celebrated with Mordred.

Mordred, who was embraced by them like a doll, really gritted his teeth helplessly!

It's fine with a few big brothers hugging!Ozil, you are still here to make trouble.

"You are a very strong guy. I hope the two of us can exchange jerseys after the game." Rooney naturally saw the danger of Mordred just now, and he was very optimistic about this handsome young man, not to mention the relationship between this guy and Chris. very good.

Last time he asked Chris to help him find out, but he didn't expect Chris to disagree.

It would be great if we could poach this teenager to Manchester United!It's a pity that the termination fee is too expensive. How could such a young child be sold to Real Madrid so easily!

Rooney's aspirations can be regarded as the aspirations of the major clubs. Others go to Real Madrid only after becoming famous. He was raised by Real Madrid just as he was just emerging!At least Real Madrid, let us feel the power of the big killer!

Mordred wins because he has a good view of the overall situation. He can play decently in any position. He has a good sense of smell in front of the goal.He doesn't have the arrogance of a new star at all, and he is mature in life. How could such a seedling be met by Mourinho?

Anthony, who once owned it, just wanted to say that he came too late, and was abducted by others before he was abducted.

Otherwise, he would never let Mordred go, this is the child he has carefully polished!

The eyes of Sir Ferguson next to him were full of tenderness, but he always felt that there was something wrong between Chris and Mordred, and when the two of them squatted down to talk, their faces were close to each other...

But thinking of Chris's great career, he didn't think about anything else.

Chris's dark history is simply the most perfect cover-up, and no one will doubt him.

Mordred began to move closer to Chris again and whispered, "Does it still hurt?"

But his eyes kept looking at his ankle, and it didn't swell up. As long as he felt a little uncomfortable, even if Chris complained that he had to replace him.

"Don't worry! I won't do stupid things." Chris comforted again, obviously he was injured... Mordred was more exaggerated than his own injury, obviously the other party was injured more than once on the football field.

When this happens, we can only say that if we care about it, it will cause chaos.

Fortunately, within a few minutes of the opening again, the intermission was over.

Mourinho stood on the sidelines and looked at the group of players who made him proud, then turned and walked towards the player tunnel, "Come on, we're going back."

Mourinho took the lead, everyone followed him and no one was left behind.

The author has something to say:

I'm sorry, I've been too busy during this period, and I don't have time to update. I thought I could end it soon so I didn't ask for leave, but it turned out that it was not as good as God _(:з」∠)_, I was wrong.