football king
Chapter 200 Memory and Recovery
After winning against Dortmund, Mordred lay on the bed feeling so happy that he wanted to get up and run for two laps. This Champions League was won by him with all his efforts, and there was sweat in it.
So excited that he couldn't sleep, Mordred started to check Twitter with his mobile phone.
Few people are still awake at this time, so Mordred can be said to be very boring at this time, and there is not even a person to chat with.
Until he swiped a tweet, Mordred covered his mouth and blinked to make sure he read it right, and then glanced at the name of the person on the article.
That's right!It's Mr. Anthony, but no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like what he would say.
This is an interview belonging to Anthony, because Anthony unabashedly appreciates Mordred, so the first sentence the reporter asked was that.
"What do you think of Meris? You can often see your appreciation for him in interviews. Compared with Atletico Madrid players, who do you admire."
"There is no comparison at all. All the players I have are my favorites, otherwise they would never be able to stay in my team for a second. As for Meris... I can only tell you that he is a robot , is a robot that as long as you give it to you, he will try his best to make it perfect."
"Mourinho should be thankful that he met Meris who is like a catkin, otherwise he must be my player."
Mordred sucked in a breath of cold air. If the gentleman saw this, he might explode immediately. Fortunately, this article was sent out at night.
But the husband will know the next day at the latest, it's over... a scolding battle will inevitably begin.
It wasn't the first time that the two of them fought online, and Mordred had long been used to the coach's Shura field.
In the eyes of Mr. Madman, Anthony is just a pervert, who has nothing to do and peeps at the beets in other people's vegetable fields.
And Mr. Anthony is mentally unbalanced. Mordred was discovered and cultivated by him, and then he came to a strange place and his child was abducted. Who can bear it?
As for Mordred, who is located in the center, he implements the principle of three nos, don't listen, don't look, don't ask, it has nothing to do with him at all, he is just an innocent player.
However, this article is still a bit dry. Anthony shared some training ideas, but Mordred knows these things very well.
This time Mordred couldn't sleep anymore, sat up and poured himself a glass of water.
Looking at the dark road, I suddenly missed Chris. If he was here, he would probably be asleep by now. Don't look at Chris's arrogant and unruly face, but he actually takes care of his body as much as he does.
And his personality is far from being as defiant as the media advertises. In fact, he can even be regarded as a warm man, with a gentle personality. Even his new teammates, he will take the initiative to talk to them, he is not like a star .
Every time after getting along with Chris, Mordred wondered if those tabloid reporters were out of their minds, and the content of the opening picture was all edited.
They don't want to know Chris, anyway, as long as they hack him, someone will buy it and it's over. You can make money without any effort, so why bother to understand someone.
Although Mordred despises them, this is also their means of survival, and their existence shows the market.
At the end of the day don't blame them.
Suddenly Mordred laughed. Instead of sleeping all night, he began to think about the philosophy of life.
Lying on the bed again, this time I soon fell asleep.
"Meris, I'm from the City Daily. Have you repented of what you did? Insulting other players by relying on your talent."
Mordred didn't care about the reporters' personal attacks on him. During this period of time, he was used to being thrown from the sky to the ground. Such a drop did not defeat him, and these reporters naturally couldn't hurt him.
There is even a gentle smile on his face. Even in this downcast situation, he is still the core figure of the team. Facing the reporter is something he has to do, "I have never insulted an opponent, I want to use all Is there anything wrong with my strength to present the best games to my fans? Or who stipulates that in football, we must release opponents?"
"On the contrary, I think releasing water is an additional insult." Mordred directly finalized this answer, looking at the next reporter.
He is a strong man who cannot be defeated by anyone.
"Meris, do you want to retire after your injury? Doctor Gu said that your current leg can no longer support you to continue playing football. Have you thought about entering other fields?"
Modley once made a measurement and said that even if he doesn't play football, his physical fitness will be top no matter which sports he enters. He was born for sports.
So the media will naturally ask this question.
"I will not leave the green field. I have decided to become an assistant coach. As long as you still need me, I will be by your side."
As soon as the screen turned, a benevolent old man sat in front of Mordred, and said with guilt in his eyes: "Meris, your commercial value is indeed very strong, but the club has found a more suitable person, I hope you..."
Mordred interrupted his next words, the two sides have worked together for so many years, there is no need to tear the skin at the end, "I understand."
Now that the club has risen again, since he wants to set a new benchmark, standing here as an 'old man' will become the biggest obstacle, and even become a hurdle for the new benchmark. Forget it... Anyway, he can support himself, Then do them one last bit of credit.
"After the game tomorrow, regardless of whether I win or not, I will announce my complete departure."
Mordred seems so gentle, and he also knows that if he wins the battle tomorrow and announces his complete departure from the field, it will be regarded as his retirement. If he loses...the public opinion will completely crush him, saying that he has betrayed his original intention club.
He didn't want to choose between his beloved club and himself, but the world never gave losers a second chance.
The old man stood up, as if he was about to be overwhelmed by the guilt in his heart, and he didn't dare to look up at Mordred. Even he didn't like this kind of stupid way, but he had to do it for the sake of the club. Do it, perhaps driven by profit.
He believes that Mordred, who has worked hard for the club all his life, will finish it right away, because Mordred values love.
And Mordred looked at the face on the back with some sarcasm, what's the use of making such an expression, crying for him?That is unnecessary.
At the press conference, everyone's eyes were on those young teenagers, and he, a veteran, was gradually forgotten.
Mordred looked at those fill lights and knew that he was going to leave this simple stage.
"I announce my retirement. Due to physical reasons, I can no longer accompany you. I am sorry for those who once liked me...I failed to keep my promise to accompany you to the end." Mordred smiled as always, even in the end he It also saved enough face for the club.
The fill light was aimed at Mordred like crazy, as if to record the fall of the once dazzling star, and finally fell into the dust.
----
In the bar, everyone gathered around Mordred. Mordred was holding a wine glass high in his hand. His fair face was stained red, obviously he had drunk too much.
"The future is in your hands, I'm going to recover from my injuries! I'm relieved, hahahaha." Mordred patted the captain's shoulder with a free and easy face, his mind went blank.
He said it generously, but in fact he didn't know what he should do in the future, just to comfort them.
"Captain, stop drinking and I'll take you home." The immature boy next to him in a jersey supported Mordred, for fear that he would fall down.
The captain, who was held by Mordred's shoulders, was stiff, and Mordred waved his hands and said, "No, don't you believe my driving skills? I have won awards, so you should be honest and take care of yourself. "
"And how many times have I told you guys, call me by my name!" But when he was in a hurry, he would subconsciously call him Captain.
Everyone watched Mordred, who was blushing, take turns trying to persuade him, but in the end they couldn't persuade him. They could only watch Mordred staggered into the sports car, and waved his hands gracefully.
The sentimental young man behind him couldn't help wiping away the tears on his face, hoping that he could really be relieved and stop worrying about these messy things, even if he was still reluctant, he didn't dare to stop him.
Mordred opened his eyes and found that it was dawn.
He sighed, why dreamed of these clichés again?Do these dreams mean that he is recovering very well?
After all, he didn't study psychology, and he didn't know much about his physical condition.
Anyway, it was already dawn, and Mordred simply called the psychiatrist. He couldn't explain what was in the dream, he could only say that he dreamed about the painful past.
"So did you feel pain when you woke up?"
"No... I even feel that I am a little hypocritical. Those things have passed, and it is useless to think about it. It is better to look at the present."
Mordred never hides his illness, and it can only be dealt with if he tells the truth.
As a half-doctor, Mordred couldn't help but want to open his head to see how he grew every time he saw a guy who was clearly injured but understated it.
Hearing Mordred say this, John smiled and said to him: "Congratulations, this is a good phenomenon. If you are really addicted to the past, it is bad. Now belongs to the recovery stage of the body. It is very delicate, and your mind is strong enough, so he can slowly recover."
This compliment is by no means a compliment. It is rare for someone like Mordred to be able to stand up to face an injury like Mordred. What's more, he can actively treat him. To a certain extent, Mordred can also be counted. Is the strong.
The author has something to say:
Today's update!
I made a mistake in the information about the psychological problems in the article. The specific situation is definitely not as professional. If there are any loopholes, please point them out, and I will correct them.
So excited that he couldn't sleep, Mordred started to check Twitter with his mobile phone.
Few people are still awake at this time, so Mordred can be said to be very boring at this time, and there is not even a person to chat with.
Until he swiped a tweet, Mordred covered his mouth and blinked to make sure he read it right, and then glanced at the name of the person on the article.
That's right!It's Mr. Anthony, but no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like what he would say.
This is an interview belonging to Anthony, because Anthony unabashedly appreciates Mordred, so the first sentence the reporter asked was that.
"What do you think of Meris? You can often see your appreciation for him in interviews. Compared with Atletico Madrid players, who do you admire."
"There is no comparison at all. All the players I have are my favorites, otherwise they would never be able to stay in my team for a second. As for Meris... I can only tell you that he is a robot , is a robot that as long as you give it to you, he will try his best to make it perfect."
"Mourinho should be thankful that he met Meris who is like a catkin, otherwise he must be my player."
Mordred sucked in a breath of cold air. If the gentleman saw this, he might explode immediately. Fortunately, this article was sent out at night.
But the husband will know the next day at the latest, it's over... a scolding battle will inevitably begin.
It wasn't the first time that the two of them fought online, and Mordred had long been used to the coach's Shura field.
In the eyes of Mr. Madman, Anthony is just a pervert, who has nothing to do and peeps at the beets in other people's vegetable fields.
And Mr. Anthony is mentally unbalanced. Mordred was discovered and cultivated by him, and then he came to a strange place and his child was abducted. Who can bear it?
As for Mordred, who is located in the center, he implements the principle of three nos, don't listen, don't look, don't ask, it has nothing to do with him at all, he is just an innocent player.
However, this article is still a bit dry. Anthony shared some training ideas, but Mordred knows these things very well.
This time Mordred couldn't sleep anymore, sat up and poured himself a glass of water.
Looking at the dark road, I suddenly missed Chris. If he was here, he would probably be asleep by now. Don't look at Chris's arrogant and unruly face, but he actually takes care of his body as much as he does.
And his personality is far from being as defiant as the media advertises. In fact, he can even be regarded as a warm man, with a gentle personality. Even his new teammates, he will take the initiative to talk to them, he is not like a star .
Every time after getting along with Chris, Mordred wondered if those tabloid reporters were out of their minds, and the content of the opening picture was all edited.
They don't want to know Chris, anyway, as long as they hack him, someone will buy it and it's over. You can make money without any effort, so why bother to understand someone.
Although Mordred despises them, this is also their means of survival, and their existence shows the market.
At the end of the day don't blame them.
Suddenly Mordred laughed. Instead of sleeping all night, he began to think about the philosophy of life.
Lying on the bed again, this time I soon fell asleep.
"Meris, I'm from the City Daily. Have you repented of what you did? Insulting other players by relying on your talent."
Mordred didn't care about the reporters' personal attacks on him. During this period of time, he was used to being thrown from the sky to the ground. Such a drop did not defeat him, and these reporters naturally couldn't hurt him.
There is even a gentle smile on his face. Even in this downcast situation, he is still the core figure of the team. Facing the reporter is something he has to do, "I have never insulted an opponent, I want to use all Is there anything wrong with my strength to present the best games to my fans? Or who stipulates that in football, we must release opponents?"
"On the contrary, I think releasing water is an additional insult." Mordred directly finalized this answer, looking at the next reporter.
He is a strong man who cannot be defeated by anyone.
"Meris, do you want to retire after your injury? Doctor Gu said that your current leg can no longer support you to continue playing football. Have you thought about entering other fields?"
Modley once made a measurement and said that even if he doesn't play football, his physical fitness will be top no matter which sports he enters. He was born for sports.
So the media will naturally ask this question.
"I will not leave the green field. I have decided to become an assistant coach. As long as you still need me, I will be by your side."
As soon as the screen turned, a benevolent old man sat in front of Mordred, and said with guilt in his eyes: "Meris, your commercial value is indeed very strong, but the club has found a more suitable person, I hope you..."
Mordred interrupted his next words, the two sides have worked together for so many years, there is no need to tear the skin at the end, "I understand."
Now that the club has risen again, since he wants to set a new benchmark, standing here as an 'old man' will become the biggest obstacle, and even become a hurdle for the new benchmark. Forget it... Anyway, he can support himself, Then do them one last bit of credit.
"After the game tomorrow, regardless of whether I win or not, I will announce my complete departure."
Mordred seems so gentle, and he also knows that if he wins the battle tomorrow and announces his complete departure from the field, it will be regarded as his retirement. If he loses...the public opinion will completely crush him, saying that he has betrayed his original intention club.
He didn't want to choose between his beloved club and himself, but the world never gave losers a second chance.
The old man stood up, as if he was about to be overwhelmed by the guilt in his heart, and he didn't dare to look up at Mordred. Even he didn't like this kind of stupid way, but he had to do it for the sake of the club. Do it, perhaps driven by profit.
He believes that Mordred, who has worked hard for the club all his life, will finish it right away, because Mordred values love.
And Mordred looked at the face on the back with some sarcasm, what's the use of making such an expression, crying for him?That is unnecessary.
At the press conference, everyone's eyes were on those young teenagers, and he, a veteran, was gradually forgotten.
Mordred looked at those fill lights and knew that he was going to leave this simple stage.
"I announce my retirement. Due to physical reasons, I can no longer accompany you. I am sorry for those who once liked me...I failed to keep my promise to accompany you to the end." Mordred smiled as always, even in the end he It also saved enough face for the club.
The fill light was aimed at Mordred like crazy, as if to record the fall of the once dazzling star, and finally fell into the dust.
----
In the bar, everyone gathered around Mordred. Mordred was holding a wine glass high in his hand. His fair face was stained red, obviously he had drunk too much.
"The future is in your hands, I'm going to recover from my injuries! I'm relieved, hahahaha." Mordred patted the captain's shoulder with a free and easy face, his mind went blank.
He said it generously, but in fact he didn't know what he should do in the future, just to comfort them.
"Captain, stop drinking and I'll take you home." The immature boy next to him in a jersey supported Mordred, for fear that he would fall down.
The captain, who was held by Mordred's shoulders, was stiff, and Mordred waved his hands and said, "No, don't you believe my driving skills? I have won awards, so you should be honest and take care of yourself. "
"And how many times have I told you guys, call me by my name!" But when he was in a hurry, he would subconsciously call him Captain.
Everyone watched Mordred, who was blushing, take turns trying to persuade him, but in the end they couldn't persuade him. They could only watch Mordred staggered into the sports car, and waved his hands gracefully.
The sentimental young man behind him couldn't help wiping away the tears on his face, hoping that he could really be relieved and stop worrying about these messy things, even if he was still reluctant, he didn't dare to stop him.
Mordred opened his eyes and found that it was dawn.
He sighed, why dreamed of these clichés again?Do these dreams mean that he is recovering very well?
After all, he didn't study psychology, and he didn't know much about his physical condition.
Anyway, it was already dawn, and Mordred simply called the psychiatrist. He couldn't explain what was in the dream, he could only say that he dreamed about the painful past.
"So did you feel pain when you woke up?"
"No... I even feel that I am a little hypocritical. Those things have passed, and it is useless to think about it. It is better to look at the present."
Mordred never hides his illness, and it can only be dealt with if he tells the truth.
As a half-doctor, Mordred couldn't help but want to open his head to see how he grew every time he saw a guy who was clearly injured but understated it.
Hearing Mordred say this, John smiled and said to him: "Congratulations, this is a good phenomenon. If you are really addicted to the past, it is bad. Now belongs to the recovery stage of the body. It is very delicate, and your mind is strong enough, so he can slowly recover."
This compliment is by no means a compliment. It is rare for someone like Mordred to be able to stand up to face an injury like Mordred. What's more, he can actively treat him. To a certain extent, Mordred can also be counted. Is the strong.
The author has something to say:
Today's update!
I made a mistake in the information about the psychological problems in the article. The specific situation is definitely not as professional. If there are any loopholes, please point them out, and I will correct them.
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