football king

Mordred looked at the door panel of Mourinho's office and his whole body was going to be bad. He seemed very honest!Why are they called to the office to talk about life every three days? Even Marcelo, who does not train every day, comes to the office less than him.

God knows what he did wrong this time, so many times that Mordred wondered if he had offended Mister Madman.

But Mordred could only accept his fate and obediently pushed the door open.

"Sir, what's the matter?" Mordred sat on the chair skillfully, and he was familiar with the way.

Before he could sit still, a newspaper was thrown in front of him, the madman's expression was still very flat.

But plainness is normal for a madman. One day, a madman suddenly feels sad and joyful, which is not normal. It is normal to be angry...

Mordred quickly picked up the newspaper, and after a closer look, it turned out that Manchester United offered him? "Sir, you won't believe the rumors of these guys!" Mordred held the newspaper with a look of disbelief. The madman is definitely not the kind of coach who trusts the newspaper. It can even be said that his relationship with the media is extremely bad.

"No, I received an offer from Manchester United. Although it is only a little higher than the liquidated damages, Mendes has been negotiating the contract with the club. Your previous liquidated damages were not high. If so, this offer is very important to a player who has played a few games in La Liga. You with the ball can be regarded as astronomical."

Mordred stood up directly, his dark blue pupils were like a very dark deep sea at the moment, "Sir, believe me, I have absolutely no intention of leaving Real Madrid. Although the price of Mendes has never been negotiated, I have never thought about it." Leave Real Madrid."

As long as his eyes are not blind, he can see how persistent and loyal Mordred has to Real Madrid. He really regards this place as his future destination and lifetime glory.

Mourinho stood up and touched the soft golden hair, "If Mendes knew what you said, he probably wanted to cry. He is there for your benefit, you are here to dismantle it." He's on stage. That's fine, it's nothing, I'll just ask about the training." Then he drove Mordred away without hesitation.

Mordred, who went back to training, looked confused, why did the sir call him to the office?Just to let him see the Manchester United offer?Everything is boring!But the more Mordred thought about it, the more something went wrong.

The gentleman should understand what he wants to stay in Real Madrid.

Standing at the window and looking at the green field, Chris and Mordred practiced passing the ball to each other, and from time to time they played with the Brazilian elf's extraordinary agility. Occasional flashes of inspiration made the boring training more interesting. The sparks created by the collision of two geniuses are simply pleasing to the eye.

But Mourinho, who picked up this situation, couldn't be happy, especially the more he knew Mordred, the less happy he was.

He is determined to cultivate a footballer who fully meets his own wishes, just like Ferguson.

He knows that geniuses always have various problems, and those who are polished are the real geniuses.

As powerful as Messi, he still can't control his mouth, which often causes physical problems. He is as rigorous as Chris, with a rebellious personality and a naive and childish personality.

But Mourinho has seen all kinds of players, but he has never seen a player like Mordred.

Because of his young age, everyone dotes on him, laughing and making troubles with Marcelo in the locker room every day, but when he steps on the court, he is like a different person, as sharp as a knife.

It is easy to hurt others, and it is even easier to hurt yourself.

He is also very afraid of suffering, pestering him every day hoping to eat some unhealthy food, he is also very paranoid, and can do the most demanding training in order to achieve his goal.

He seems to be split into two people, everyone is the opposite, but everyone is him, he seems to be suppressing something, releasing his nature a little bit and shrinking back in fear.

Mourinho has never seen such a tangled person. He asked Mendes to check all of Mordred's experiences, but he still didn't understand why Mordred became what he is now.

Fortunately, he still has time to polish and polish this raw stone that has just shown its edge into a piece of emerald.

Mordred didn't know that all his performances were watched by the madman, so that he was "taken care of" in various ways.

Driving home from a day of training in Chris's sports car, there is nothing depressing on the way, because there is Chris's intoxicating voice to accompany the winter.

However, the master didn't even know that he was singing out of tune, so he shook his head in a state of intoxication.

For the one hundred and eighth time Mordred decided to learn how to drive, and then forgot when he got out of the car.

He skillfully opened the door, and was thrown to the ground by Harvey, the Erhu who picked it up.

Mordred subconsciously looked around the room, making sure that the ancestor hadn't torn up the house before he relaxed. However, before his nerves relaxed for a few seconds, he found a person sitting on the sofa.

This figure is still very familiar.

After thinking for a long time, Mordred picked up the dog and slapped the man on the head. "Doyle! Why didn't you tell me when you came here!" The strength made Doyle almost turn over.

When he waited until the drowsy Doyle was suddenly woken up by the violence, he looked at Mordred blankly, "Huh? What's the matter? Was there an earthquake?"

"Did you get sleepy? Where did the earthquake come from in Spain?" Mordred rolled his eyes and said angrily, "If you don't stay in the United States, what are you doing here? When the time comes, the American people will blame you I spoil the flowers of the motherland."

Since he resigned his American citizenship, the American people saw that he had a nose but not a nose, eyes not eyes, and instantly changed from a favorite to an outcast, but Mordred could understand.

After all, he grew up in the United States, his father was American, and he also played football in American clubs. When he chose his nationality, he chose a weaker Chinese nationality. No one would be happy if he put his big face on anyone.

But this tone, as always, made Doyle sober up a lot.

Then the first reaction was to hug Mordred's thigh and cry bitterly, "Meris! You have to help me! If you don't help me, I will jump into the Pacific Ocean and commit suicide."

Mordred thought he was joking with himself. When the two of them were in the United States, Doyle, a 20-year-old adult, often acted like a baby. A glass of water.

"Let's talk, this time whether you want Chris' signed jersey or Chris' signed poster, but don't go too far, you asked for a dozen jerseys, and you almost emptied my family."

Just when Mordred was about to hear what he wanted next, Doyle's words made him spit out all the water he just drank.

He even choked because of the shock, and said with a horrified expression: "Ahem...ahem...ahem, no, say it again!?" He scratched his ears with his hands without any image, and he would rather believe that his ears were broken.

The author has something to say:

Haha, this is the one that was said to be supplied to everyone yesterday.

Things have been going on recently, Chris is wearing a hat again!Master Shui announced his marriage, Real Madrid Hazard is also coming, the worst is Neymar 23333.