football king

In the end, the kind-hearted Kaka handed Cassie a glass of warm water. Seeing how spicy the two were, Mordred took a spoonful and put it in his mouth, "It's not spicy at all, can you not eat spicy food?"

Mordred looked at the plate of mapo tofu that was kept at a respectful distance. Isn't this dish a popular dish in foreign countries?Those guys in the United States used to order dishes when they went to Chinese restaurants, but some Chinese restaurants sold dog meat under the guise of sheep, and the dishes they made were not authentic at all.

So this plate of mapo tofu, which was so spicy as to die, fell into the hands of Mourinho after going around and drinking. At first, everyone was worried that he would be too spicy, but Mourinho directly ate a plate of them with a blank face. The grand occasion of Mapo Tofu, and then launched the king's contempt skill and glanced at them.

The little things at the table made the meal very hot, and it is rare for the stars to eat a little bit of meat... Just like the refugees, everyone knows in their hearts, how much they eat now, Mourinho will definitely keep them intact I came back from practice, but I also passed a mouth addiction.

Although they won a big game today, the opponent was a mid-level team like Mallorca. Although everyone was happy, they were not overjoyed. Everyone held a bottle of mineral water in their hands. This kind of professionalism is really rare.

"Meris, in the first three games in La Liga, he won two hat-tricks and reversed Barcelona once. How do you feel now?" Benzema put his fist on Mordred's mouth, although his expression was serious. But he couldn't hide the smile in his eyes.

Of course, Mordred also knew that he was joking with himself, and said with a look of contempt: "Oh, God, the old man knows that I will backflip excitedly every night. What I have achieved now is something that others can't achieve in a lifetime. Yes, I am a success."

His superb acting skills made everyone present burst into laughter, and the most exaggerated laugh was Cristiano, "If you start with this attitude, I believe that God, the old man, will definitely hear his complaints."

The people present laughed even louder. At this moment, Mordred's cell phone rang suddenly, and it was his own personal cell phone.

When I picked it up, I saw that it was my old friend, Doyle Hazzard, a famous American backer, and also a future star of the United States.

"Doyle, what can you do for me?" Mordred picked up the phone, and the surrounding stars silently lowered the volume, trying not to disturb him.

"It's okay, I just saw your picture of Simba, and I came here to make a phone call to taunt you, hahaha, what are you doing at Real Madrid! Even the Lion King came out, is it true that you are going to take pictures of mermaids next time, for example Playing football in the water or something hahaha."

Doyle's voice was very penetrating and attracted the entire Real Madrid first team. Mordred hurriedly told Doyle to shut up, but how could Doyle, who was more skinny than him, shut up.

"Mermaid Merris, hahahaha, I believe your light golden hair can hold up fish scales, the rest of your team can't tell, tsk tsk tsk." Mordred decisively pressed the hang up button, he should have This is done, instead of letting him go on BB like this, his image in front of his teammates.

However, Mordred, do you really have the so-called image in the Real Madrid dressing room?

"Hahaha, please ignore him. His brain is abnormal and he should have undergone surgery long ago, such as a frontal lobotomy or something." The vicious Mordred also had a special flavor.

Mr. Madman wiped his mouth, and looked up at him calmly, "If the biggest future star in the United States needs to have a frontal lobotomy, it will probably be the biggest loss for the United States."

Mordred cut out, "He's just crazy. At that time, I pretended to be a Chris fan for him. This guy is a diehard Chris fan. You can never imagine. I went to his house that day and saw a room full of people. It’s the face when it’s all about Chris posters.”

Mordred showed an indescribable expression. The room was densely packed with Cristiano, and even the bed sheets were printed with CR7. If it wasn't for the sponsors of his underwear, this fanatic fan would definitely be able to print the head on that part. ...

Everyone looked at Chris in unison, but Chris was unmoved, and he was fighting for tomatoes with Ozil. As the person with the most fans on the football field, he was used to such turmoil. Give him a hug. He's been through it all.

So when he encountered this kind of thing, he really took it lightly, "If your friend really likes me so much, give him a signed jersey for the new season."

Mordred could already imagine the expression on the other side's face when he jumped off the bed, "Really? Then he might go crazy with joy."

But the meal didn't last long, and everyone went back with a round belly, except Chris and Kaka, one of them was too dedicated, and the other was a religious believer who had a lot of things they couldn't eat.

"Be careful on the road! Drive slowly." In other words, they didn't drink, or Mordred would be worried to death. Pepe, who was the last to leave, said to him: "At that time, the club arranged a house for you. You must If you want to live here, it’s not easy for those gossip reporters in the rich area to find out.”

Why didn't Mordred understand Pepe's concerns, "After all, my mother bought it, well, I have lived for such a long time, except that the club is far away and a little noisy, and there are no gossip reporters. "

"It's a good thing you don't go to nightclubs, and you don't have a girlfriend." Pepe said helplessly in the car. He remembered very clearly that a gossip reporter followed him for half a month, and then that gossip reporter broke down and tweeted information.

It is said that Mordred is simply an ascetic monk, at two o'clock and one line every day, at home, in clubs, and when he is at home, no women come in or out of his house, even!Even the hourly worker who cleans the house for him is an uncle.

He originally thought that Mordred was just pretending, but he didn't expect to come here like this for half a month!He was never late for training at Real Madrid, and he often went out with Chris at night. It was simply... people wondered if the mosquitoes around him were all males.

Not at all explosive, people can't wait to grab him by the collar and shout: "Aren't you very close to Chris? You can learn from his flair! At least replace the damn hourly worker with a woman."

He is now a frequent Twitter visitor every day. For example, he joined the Chinese team at the beginning, and later provoked Malaga fans. When he saw fan pictures, his presence on Twitter was close to that of Cristiano.

Mendes has to admire his ability. The only uncomfortable thing is that Mordred rarely accepts advertisements, and it is too uncomfortable to hold a cornucopia and not know how to use it.

After sending everyone away, Mordred stretched his waist and prepared to go home to sleep, the cool night wind blowing on his face was not too comfortable.

He especially likes this lively feeling. He obviously didn't have this kind of problem in his previous life, but today he was cooking in the kitchen and watching his teammates fight and fight. It felt really good. He suddenly had a delusion, That's how they never change.

But this kind of thinking is just thinking about it. If the state is not good, the high-level managers will sell it. If the state is too good, I want to play for a better team, or challenge other leagues after winning the Grand Slam. There are fewer gatherings and more separation on the football field. .

It's just that no one of them will leave this year. Mourinho has already lined up the lineup, and the top management will not sell people beyond Mourinho.

Just when Mordred was about to step into the door of the house, someone suddenly patted him on the shoulder, and Mordred subconsciously grabbed the opponent's arm, and fell cleanly over the shoulder.

God knows this is not a wealthy area, and people often rob.

But after throwing the person to the ground, he seemed to find himself a little impulsive.

This person is obviously not a robber or something. Mordred stretched out his hand to pull him up and patted the dust on his body, "Sir, what are you doing this late at night?"

The man shoved Mordred's hand away in embarrassment, and patted the dirt off his body vigorously, "Hello, Mr. Merris, I'm a reporter from the Independent, and I'm also the reporter you said just now that you've been following me for half a month."

This reporter looked young at first glance, and no matter what, he couldn’t say the last sentence, that is, for a person with a good temper like Mordred, if anyone had a slightly more tempered temper, he would just call him a taxi and let him go back wherever he came from.

Thinking that he had been laughed at for so long, Mordred couldn't help being embarrassed, but seeing the other party's pitiful appearance, he finally softened his heart, opened the door and said to him, "Come in, the weather is not warm now."

The reporter from the Independent newspaper saw the food on the table, subconsciously took a picture, and then received Mordred's disapproving gaze, and the reporter deleted the photo with trembling hands.

Only then did Mordred smile, and pulled out the chair and took out the milk tea that he couldn't drink and handed it to him, "How long have you been outside, your hands are cold, let's drink a cup of milk tea to warm you up."

Mordred's gentle smile made people want to drown in it. As a tabloid reporter who was shouted and beaten by everyone, he was a little flattered to be treated like this all of a sudden.

He took the milk tea in panic, met Mordred's deep sea-like blue eyes with panicked eyes, and slowly calmed down.

The eyes of the reporter from the Independent newspaper turned red. This young-looking reporter covered his eyes with the back of his hand, not wanting to be seen by him, but the tears that fell could not be covered up.

Although Mordred didn't know why the other party was crying, he still patted his back to comfort him, but the other party cried even harder.

While hiccupping, he said to Mordred: "I just joined the job this year, and I don't want to make up those specious things, hiccup-I don't want to follow you, why are those people chasing me and scolding me, I also want to participate in the press conference instead of following you Running behind other people's buttocks, but are these things I can control? Why do those people scold me."

The reporter himself didn't know what was going on. Looking at Mordred's tolerant eyes, he wanted to confide all the grievances in his stomach.

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