football king

"Sir, good morning." The faint smile is not the same as the usual smile like a little sun. Mordred is still wearing the same jersey, and his temperament is completely different.

It's as if he grew up overnight, and the uneasy floating temperament disappeared.

Even Özil could see that something was wrong with Mordred, tilting his head and asking, "What's wrong with you? Did you escape into the empty door last night?"

Mordred tried his best to change himself back to his previous appearance, but Ozil did not expect him to return to his original appearance.

"Can you read less novels?" Since Ozil turned to two novels from Mordred's collection, the way he said it was even more confusing.

"What have you experienced in the past few days? It's not enough to rest for two days to give you this kind of rest, right?"

The other teammates in the locker room also pricked up their ears, wanting to know why.

It can't be said that Mordred's changes are not good, but rather abrupt, and the change is so fast that one has to doubt what Mordred has experienced during this period.

"Don't think about it, I just want to change my style. Is it not good for me?" Mordred spread his hands and looked at them with your blue eyes, full of trust, Just being watched by him couldn't ignore his trust.

"What we have made up our minds to, even if we object, should we insist on knowing it?" Captain Cassie may have seen something, and instead of rubbing his head, he patted him on the shoulder.

Mordred sighed in his heart, you said they treated him like this, how could he not indulge in their tenderness?

Mordred is also trying to change his daily life, and his teammates have never been used to it and gradually become a habit.

"Meris, help me sort out the players' information for the next game." Mourinho flipped through their recent training in his hand and looked up habitually.

As for the assistant coaches who are watching the players training outside, they have become like decorations, because Mordred will help with these things when he is not busy.

"Here, sir. I sorted it out last night. It shouldn't be a big problem. After all, there have been a lot of Dortmund games recently. It's easy to collect their information."

Mourinho took it over and turned it over. Sure enough, the Mordred style from beginning to end was concise and able to sum up all the information as much as possible, and it would not be too messy to make it look time-consuming.

"Real Madrid want to change an assistant for me. If you don't want to, I will tell the above."

Mordred was a little confused, "I didn't think about it, it doesn't affect me if I come."

Mourinho glanced at him sincerely, and sighed in his heart. He thought Mordred worked so hard because he wanted to be an assistant or even a coach after he retired.

"Don't you ask who the assistant is?" Doesn't this guy even have any curiosity?Mourinho is helpless to him.

"It doesn't matter, anyway, as long as the coach is a gentleman, it doesn't matter who the assistant is." Mordred blinked, and the youthful feeling that had been reduced during this period reappeared.

This sense of familiarity made Mourinho subconsciously raise the corners of his mouth.

Since Mordred came to Real Madrid, the madman has smiled more and more, and even his temper has softened a lot.

The match day between them and Dortmund was getting closer and Mordred took a deep breath. He knew that this game was bound to be a tough one, so he had to do everything he could.

In addition to losing to Real Madrid in the game, Dortmund was as unstoppable as a broken bamboo in the later stage.

But he was still slightly inferior under the brilliance of Real Madrid, and did not attract much attention.

And these days before the match day, the football atmosphere in Madrid is even stronger. There are various half-price and free signs on the bars. If Real Madrid wins the tenth crown, they must be more crazy than anyone else. They have witnessed history.

It's a pity that the first game is not held in Madrid, they have to play away.

In fact, there are many disadvantages in away games, such as rest problems, fatigue and so on.

This time, more Meilingers came with the team than last time. How could they not come under such circumstances?

They came to the hotel, all exhausted from the journey, and Mordred and Chris shared a room.

The two of them saw what they should see and saw what they shouldn't. The two of them completely entered the old couple mode, lying on the bed in their pajamas.

Chris was sitting there playing games, while Mordred was reading a book, which was exactly the novel Ozil had turned to last time.

The two are also ordinary people in daily life, so ordinary that they cannot be more ordinary.

But everything is different when they stand on the pitch.

Just when the two of them were enjoying the quiet moment, suddenly there was a knock on the door.

Looking through the cat's eyes, it turned out to be Ozil, and Mordred opened the door for him with a confused face. I don't know what he is doing here at this time, isn't he tired?

Ozil then went out of his way to tell him that young people have great energy.

"Come to play bridge? I have already called everyone else, let's come together."

In the end, Mordred raised his hands in surrender and looked at Chris, who also shrugged helplessly. Anyway, it would be nice to play in the room for a while before resting.

"Wait for me, change your clothes." Mordred shut Ozil out, and after changing his clothes, he was a handsome boy again.

Ozil pretended to complain in a low voice: "It doesn't matter if you are wearing pajamas, who in this group has never seen you take a shower."

With a warm smile on his face, Mordred asked, "What are you talking about?"

Although the expression looks gentle, the threat in the eyes is not fake.

Ozil quickly shook his head, this guy is really getting less and less cute, he could tease him before, but now he is just a walking pretender.

But it’s enough that Mordred is not annoying. In the past, everyone was willing to pamper him when he acted like a baby every day. Now that he grows up, everyone wants to see him even more.

"I heard that the rumors of Neymar's transfer to Barcelona are getting more and more intense. I really don't know what kind of spiritual injection this genius can bring to Barcelona. Maybe he can become a catalyst like you."

Mordred chuckled, looked at Ozil and said, "Do you really care about this? Don't worry, even if they really hired Neymar, we still have to do our best, and it won't affect us much."

As a humanoid data collector, how could Mordred let go of such a genius collection.

In his opinion, Neymar still has a lot of room for improvement. Going to Barcelona is a good decision. Barcelona now needs to inject fresh blood.

Barcelona's core personnel are rarely replaced, and now many stars are not physically able to keep up with the cooperation of the entire team. If Real Madrid is not so strong, Barcelona may be able to bear it, but now that the rivalry is so prosperous, they Nature cannot remain indifferent.

Not only Neymar, but also other stars.

Seeing his confident appearance, Ozil shook his head with a smile and said, "You are really arrogant."

Mordred paused and quickly recovered.

Looking innocently at Ozil, he said, "Where am I being arrogant?"

"You can't even look down on a strong player like Barcelona. I really don't know which team can pose a threat in your mind."

Seeing that what Ozil wanted to express was not the same as what he thought, Mordred relaxed.

"It doesn't matter whether I look good or not. I just try my best to do what I can. As for what they do, it has nothing to do with it. I can't force Barcelona to stop signings." Mordred said in his heart He thought, but it was his attitude that made people think he was arrogant.

Ozil didn't say anything, he opened the door and the room was bustling.

Everyone seemed to be talking in twos and threes, and everyone was laughing and laughing.

Mordred dragged the slippers on the bed casually, put his arms around the shoulders of several friends and said, "Hey brothers, what about playing bridge? Our protagonist bridge is over there."

As for the group of bosses next to him...forgive him for not having that much skill to slap a tiger's beard.

"It's just waiting for you, come on, let's play two groups against a group of eight." Ozil put the bridge cards on the bed, and then took out some paper and oil-based pens.

"The winner can stick the note on the face of the loser, so that everyone can vent their usual dissatisfaction."

Mordred is very confident in his memory, he will definitely win!

Then he met his opponent. Varane, who has always been called a schoolmaster by fans, has a harmless face, but he is merciless in his calculations.

In the end, it became a war between these two people, and the others came to accompany them.

"Ah, stop playing, stop playing, your brain is too cheating, you actually memorized all the cards!" Mordred threw away the cards, covered his head and said in distress, and then moved his face close to let him stick it.

Varane, of course, would not be merciful, and wrote a sentence on it, "Does your face look good? You traded your temper for your brain."

Varane bit the meat on both sides of his mouth to prevent himself from laughing. He often saw this sentence on the emoji, and today he finally met the right owner.

However, Varane also has to admit that Mordred has one of the best backboard abilities and is very strong.

When other people saw this sentence, they didn't hold back like Varane, and those who were too much like Marcelo laughed directly, without hiding their sarcasm.

Seeing them like this, you know that it must not be a good word, but Mordred can only accept it if he is willing to gamble.

Now that he has become a source of happiness, Mordred simply looks at the notes on other people's faces to entertain himself.

Like on Chris's face, "Stop wearing perfume, you can smoke me out of my grave."

Mordred...has been used to it for a long time, and even smells it good after smelling it for a long time, but in the eyes of people who don't like fragrance, Chris is simply a walking poison sprayer.

And "Can you leave a way for the striker to survive" on Master Shui's face.

However, in Mordred's view, Master Shui has been very restrained during this period, and he has not pressed too much forward to cause an empty window in the backcourt...but this is also due to Mr. Madman.

The author has something to say:

It’s really not that I stopped updating, I thought I sent it after I finished writing it last night, and then... I was stupid when I saw it today.