football king

I have been paying attention to Mendes on the Internet, and I really admire Mordred's ability to make things happen. I obviously didn't come out, but his legends are everywhere.

One Mourinho, one Messi, the two seemed to have made an agreement, and they all gave Mordred a boost. If he didn't really understand the ins and outs, he would be a conspiracy theory.

Seeing that the online public opinion is intensifying, the people of Mordred's homeland seem to have changed their style with him, completely helping relatives and not helping each other.

The whole Twitter was full of smog, and Mendes had no choice but to call and ask him to interact with Messi to resolve this matter.

At this time, Mordred had just finished sorting out the herbs, and after hearing Mendes explain the ins and outs, he didn't know what expression to make.He really just wants to play football without competing with the world!

How come there are so many things! ?

But Mordred also understands that things outside the football field are equally important.

Opening Twitter one message after another, my phone was almost stuck, I took a breath and hurried to find Messi@his that message, "Have time to compete with your skills?" The picture below is him and his Hulk ( a large dog), playing with a ball on the grass.

Mordred stared at the picture for a long time, no matter how he looked at it, he felt that Messi was hinting at him.

Forbearance got more and more angry, and Mordred replied decisively: "Why don't you come to my house, my house is quite spacious." Then he took a picture of the backyard, and used PS to meticulously make the big goal into a child's use Goal, click send decisively.

Messi, who finally received the message, saw this picture with a complicated expression on his face. If he insisted on saying what he wanted to express now...it would probably be: What's wrong with this person?

Messi didn't think much about it at first, until Mordred fans went to his Twitter and laughed, he understood.

Messi looked at the picture that had been photoshopped out of shape, and replied helplessly, "If you use this goal, I'm afraid you won't even be able to score the goal. This kind of goal is still reserved for your future children. Let’s do it.” Then put on a cry emoji.

Messi is fine at all, but Messi's "blowing" can't do it anymore. The first to bear the brunt is Rakitic, the leader of Messi's blowing group, "Your goal is crooked. If you don't have the money to rebuild it, I can help you. Torturing yourself with goals like this."

There is a clear stream between the lines.

And Harvey, Xiaobai and other teammates followed the trend and said they would donate a goal to Mordred. The true feelings between the lines made those who heard it sad and those who saw it shed tears.

The corner of Mordred's mouth twitched, bullying him without teammates?Just when Mordred was about to fight the Confucians, Mendes called again.

"What are you doing! I let you interact with Messi, but I didn't let you and Messi fight on Twitter!" Mendes lost a few more hairs, but fortunately, the Portuguese is not as short as the British guy Hair, otherwise... just look at this hair loss method and baldness is light.

Mordred, who was accused for no reason, looked confused, "I didn't fight Messi?"

"Then why are you provoking people! Are you laughing at others for being short?" Mendes reached out and covered his aching forehead.

Now Mordred was even more confused, "What's wrong with being a football player and talking trash? Isn't this normal?" Football is a sport full of hormones, and there may even be scenes of pointing at each other's noses and scolding mothers.

He doesn't even count as trash talking, it's just a joke at most!

Mendes once felt that a player was so difficult to deal with, but no matter how difficult it was, he had to deal with it!This is the player I signed, and I want to praise him as a star even when I cry.

"Trash talk is fine, but you can't say it on Twitter, or even in public! This will affect your external image. The packaging I gave you is obedient and a little willful. You are provoking Messi now. , let me package it for you and set up a collapsed character, understand?"

Hearing this, Mordred would be really stupid if he didn't understand, "Isn't it enough for me to play football? I am a football player, and they like me because I have good football skills..."

Mendes' patience gradually diminished, and he directly interrupted Mordred, "And then? When you can't play football, those people will gradually forget you, and even bring out your previous self-willedness and package it into irritability to hurt you!"

There was silence on the other side of the phone, and Mendes also regretted that he had spoken too seriously. Mordred was still a child, and he didn't understand the twists and turns in football. Jose told him more than once that he had something in his heart. Crystal clear football dreams.

But there is no real pure white in this world. Football is already very fair. As long as you are talented, he will not reject you.

Mordred reached out and pushed the hair in front of his forehead back, because the sweaty hair fit perfectly on his head, revealing a smooth and full forehead.

Mordred sat on the couch, holding his phone in one hand and covering his eyes with the other.

Can't you be too willful even if you live your whole life again?In his previous life, as the captain, he engraved the word prudence on his heart, never dared to do anything out of line, for fear of embarrassing the team, so he kept doing it with a gentle and kind mask.

Maybe it's because this life has been so smooth and smooth, have you even forgotten what life is like?I really think of myself as a child.

Mendes saw that there had been no sound for a long time, and was about to ask a question, when he heard Mordred's gentle voice, "Sorry, I lost my composure a little bit." It is true that the words are gentle, but the distance suddenly was pulled away.

If you haven't seen his willful side, you may not notice his abnormality. Once you see his full of fire, you will find how hypocritical he is.

But before Mendes asked, he heard a voice from the other end of the phone, "I will settle this matter, it has troubled you for so long."

"No... I..." Mendes hadn't finished speaking before the phone was hung up.

To suffer!Mendez's nerves as a businessman were touched, but it would be too much to fight back now.

Gritting his teeth, he decisively sent a message to Ronaldo.

At this time, Mordred was nestling in the sofa editing Twitter, "Thank you for your concern, I still have the money to get a goal." There is nothing wrong with this statement, but it is ironic when you think about it carefully. Woolen cloth?

Then Mordred opened a private chat with Messi, "Next time you go to Camp Nou to play football, don't forget to invite me to drink yerba mate, I'm still a little curious about the taste."

Messi was reading Twitter when there was a sudden rang and he found out that the owner had sent him a private chat, and quickly replied: "It's delicious, I will treat you next time you come, since I have invited you to dinner, I will take three Leave it alone."

"Wow, this is you! It's too much, give up! Three points are mine."

After a strange back and forth, the relationship between the two actually got better. While Mordred was chatting with a weird smile on his face, a phone call came suddenly.

Chris?What is he doing calling so late.

"Hey Chris, what's up?"

Mordred did reflect on what he had done during this period of time, but he would not overcorrect.

Didn't think of the mother hen Mendez at all, and really told Chris.

God knows that he is in Real Madrid, the most coveted are Chris, Mourinho and Pepe, these three Portuguese.

"Listen to Mendes, are you in a bad mood?"

"No, don't listen to his nonsense. We just won the game, how can we be in a bad mood." Mordred pulled his hair down and restored the previous hairstyle.

"Then should you explain to me what's going on with the girl Luo and Luo Daihua?" The voice from the other side was a bit gloomy, making Mordred shudder.

Why hasn't this person forgotten!

Mordred tried his best to compose words and sentences, "That... girl Luo, everyone praised you for being like a girl, forever young forever, that Luo wearing tweed means that you are like a king, presenting flowers for you!"

Whether he is reliable or not, let's deal with it first.

Chris, who was just trying to tease him, couldn't help turning his head away, covering his mouth with his hands to keep himself from laughing.

Mordred may not have realized that he likes to call others you when he lies, and this lie is too ridiculous.

Chris has known these two nicknames for a long time. After hearing these two nicknames from China, he was depressed for a week, but no one has mentioned them since then.

Chris cleared his throat, "Come to my house tomorrow? Little Mini misses you, and I recognized you from TV today."

Mordred, who thought he had finally fooled it, breathed a sigh of relief, "You can also bring Mini to my house, it doesn't make any difference anyway."

As soon as Mordred finished speaking, he heard the rustling sound of clothes rubbing over there, followed by, "Come, have a few words with uncle."

Before Xiao Mini could speak, "It's my brother! I'm not that old yet."

She was still a good little girl, nestled in Chris' arms and yelled sweetly, "Brother Melis!"

This sound is so sweet to the heart, who doesn't like such a child! "Hey, is Little Mini obedient? If you are obedient, let your father take you to play at brother's house?"

Anyway, after winning the game, Mourinho gave them two days off, which is really a luxury.

"Be obedient, I'm super obedient! Papa, I'm going to my brother's house to play." Little Mini said longingly with her eyes wide open.

At the age of three, Luo was overwhelmed by the cuteness. He raised his hands in surrender and said, "Okay, I will take you to find Meris tomorrow, and now give me the phone, and let me have a few words with your brother Meris."

Then Mini stretched his arms, put the phone to his ear, and Chris bent down and kissed Mini's hair.

"You're in a better mood now?" Chris didn't say any miscellaneous things, and the faint question made Mordred laugh dumbly.

"Ah! It's much better." It's better to say it frankly than to hide it in your heart.

Mordred, who is in a better mood, wants to sigh even more, a child who is not a bear is an angel!

After hanging up the phone, Mordred suddenly remembered that tomorrow he had an appointment with Mr. Brazil who is treating him...

Why doesn't it feel good.

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Well, yesterday's thousand words are put together in this chapter!

Tomorrow our lovely Melis will know why it's not so good 23333