football king

Mordred looked at the faded jersey on the poster and scratched his cheeks in embarrassment. This poster is his former teammate, American Chris, a die-hard fan. Please, he said that Chris must be on this poster. If he signs his name on the poster (it is said that it is still limited), then he will die without regret. If possible, it would be better to add a signed jersey.

But he is not a die-hard fan of Chris!What's more, the guy's jersey has been worn out, how much that guy admires Chris, but it's thanks to him, his qualifications for Chris can be said to be very precious, even how many girlfriends he has changed. Clearly.

Chris didn't think there was anything wrong, and said to Mordred with a calm face: "I'll go to the locker room to sign for you later, I don't have a pen with me now."

Seeing how calm Chris was, Mordred suddenly remembered the jingle he had heard before coming to Spain, "Huang Shijia, Luo Woqiu, Erhuangmeng, strong as a cow." 'This is basically a routine that every star who joins Real Madrid has to say, and maybe people are not surprised.

Naturally, Mordred didn't want to make himself look too embarrassed, so he smiled and said to Chris, "Thank you."

As a result, Chris gave Mordred a strange look, because the look was so subtle that the smile on Mordred's face froze.

It wasn't until the two of them got to know each other later that Mordred realized that the look in his eyes was helpless. He didn't even pretend to be like that. Chris had seen many real and fake fanboys, but others even pretended to be very Like, and he...has no intention of pretending at all.

Just when the two of them fell into embarrassment again, Mr. Madman walked over with a smile. This madman usually smiled very few times, and this rare smile made Chris raise his eyebrows.

God knows why these two Portuguese, who look so much alike, just can't see each other.

"Meris, is it convenient for you now? I have something to tell you."

Mordred, who had nothing to say to Chris, breathed a sigh of relief, "Of course, sir." After finishing speaking, he politely nodded to Chris to express his apology.

When he came to the office, Mourinho put the contract that had already been drawn up in the drawer in front of him, and said to Mordred with his hands crossed: "You look at the contract first, and see if there is anything you can't accept?"

When Mordred saw Mourinho's posture, he knew that his signing did not seem to be very simple. When he opened the contract, Mordred almost couldn't laugh out loud. Oh, my God, if it was done by an agent in his previous life Put such a contract in front of him and he promises to fire him.

But now he doesn't have a choice, does he?It's better to be picked up by the crazy Mourinho and brought to the best club in the world than to be directed by a bunch of amateur coaches in the United States, isn't it?

Although Mordred doesn't like this contract, but for a rookie, especially a rookie who has never played in La Liga, this contract can be called generous.

After flipping through it roughly, he found that there was no language trap in it, so Mordred put down the contract

Mordred, who was about to express his opinion, was blocked by Mourinho's next words.

His random flipping made Mourinho think that he didn't take it seriously at all. Since this is the child he brought back, the madman kindly suggested: "If you want to go on the road of football for a long time Go on, I suggest you find an agent, if you believe me, I can recommend you one, although he is a bit annoying, but his professionalism is second to none in the entire industry."

Mordred could easily see that the madman was really thinking about him, but he was a little hesitant in choosing an agent. After thinking for a long time, Mordred still told Mourinho what he was thinking.

"Sir, I don't want to accept commercials within two years. After all, I have just arrived in La Liga, and I have to re-acquaint myself with everything here. Too many external factors will take up my practice time. If the agent is willing to forgive me for this little shortcoming ..." Mordred didn't say the whole thing, but Mourinho also understood what Mordred meant.

After all, apart from transfers, the agent can basically only withdraw money from advertising, but this little guy is too arrogant, how can he be sure that he will be chased by various manufacturers within two years?You must know that players who are not well-known will not be able to receive advertisements even if they want to.

However, his serious attitude of playing football made Mourinho appreciate it very much.

These are not the main event. The agent's decision is put aside in advance. The most important thing is the attitude of Real Madrid's top management.

Thinking of this, Mourinho cleared his throat and said: "The high-level executives have already agreed with you, and even drew up the contract early, but they are unwilling to hold a signing meeting for you, because before Real Madrid signed all stars, they have enough. Fame can give Real Madrid enough commercial value, but your reputation is not enough to impress them, and you don't have a signing fee, which you should see in the contract."

While talking about Mourinho, he looked at Mordred's expression, and the result surprised him. He thought that the young boy would have an angry expression on his face, but the smile on his face disappeared from the moment he entered the door. It's always been there, never changed.

It seemed that what he heard was not the disgust of the club's senior management, but the appreciation of others for him.

Just when Mourinho thought that the other party didn't understand what this meant, he suddenly heard Mordred's gentle voice in his ears, "I understand sir, I will use my ability to conquer the Bernabéu and make the world's most Picky fans cheer for me, and as long as I play, they will return with a smile. I grew up in the United States, and it is normal for the top management to have this kind of worry, trust me sir."

The light penetrated into the room from the window and sprinkled on Mordred's back, seeming to coat him with a faint golden light. The smile on the corner of his mouth and the firm belief in his eyes made Mourinho Believe him, but only for a moment.

However, this kind of arrogance is very close to Mourinho's heart. As a coach, he wished that all his players could have such determination, and immediately encouraged him: "You are fast, good at dribbling, and your shooting strength and angle are very good. , your brain is born for football, I believe in you, you will definitely achieve the goals you set for yourself."

At this moment, no matter how stupid Mordred was, he could see that Mourinho was encouraging himself, and he nodded helplessly. He knew that what he said just now was too much for a rookie.

"Starting tomorrow, you will train with the first team and sign the contract by the way."

"Okay, sir!" Mordred replied sonorously, Mourinho nodded in satisfaction and let him go out.

When he came to the locker room, Mordred saw the stars sitting together as if joking about something as soon as he opened the door. He found a cabinet at random and put some of his sundries in it.

Suddenly Marcelo came over and grabbed his shoulders, and the restless Brazilian teased him in Portuguese: "Hey, boy, how did you break through from that position just now, obviously I just need to lean a little bit , your ball may be broken by me."

Facing Marcelo's question, Mordred tilted his head and thought for a while, then showed a bright smile on his pretty face, took out a notebook full of characters from his cabinet, and skillfully flipped open the words Marcelo. Luo’s page, “Because I watched all of your games before joining Real Madrid, and analyzed your shortcomings and strengths in detail, so I infer that your position at that time would be a little bit to the left, so That’s why he chose to cut in so dangerously.”

Marcelo looked at the dense analysis of his habit characteristics in the notebook, and felt that the hairs all over his body were about to stand up, and he looked at Mordred with a strange look in his eyes.

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Sorry, I went shopping with my mother and adults today, and the update is a little later, [-] words tomorrow, and a little less today.