football king

Mordred tossed and turned on the plane and couldn't fall asleep. Finally, he took off the blindfold decisively, took out the notebook in his backpack, and calculated how to play football to save energy.

After all, the national team is not as good as Real Madrid.

Real Madrid is so star-studded that it almost has gathered the best players in the world. Now that he returns to the Chinese team, it is like taking a whitebait out of the sea and putting it in the river. Although he can still swim, he cannot It's better to swim faster in the sea.

Mordred held a pen in his mouth, and the notebook was already filled with dozens of formations. The flesh on the bridge of his nose wrinkled slightly, and finally he decisively tore off the entire piece of paper and wrote it again.

His move alarmed the entourage. Yes, Mr. Mourinho was worried that he would let himself go when he returned to his motherland, so he specially assigned three entourages for him, namely the team doctor, physical coach and assistant.

Of course, the assistant was requested by Mendes. After all, he is different from before. He is very expensive from head to toe!After careful calculation, the insurance on your body is almost worth more than people.

In fact, the assistant doesn't understand football at all, and was specially sent to watch Mordred prevent him from making troubles. After all... this little brother is famous in Real Madrid for making troubles.

The little assistant adhered to the principle of asking if he didn't understand, and looked at the notebook with light brown eyes curiously: "Sir, what are you drawing?"

Mordred, who was immersed in the formation and couldn't help himself, was awakened, looked up and met those eyes, and said casually: "Don't call me Mr., just call me Merris like everyone else, or Mordred is fine too, I don't have so many things to do."

Then he took out the lumpy piece of paper and laid it out, pointing at it with a pen and said: "This is some lineup design written on it. I learned a little bit from my husband, so I still understand it."

In fact, Mordred was just talking nonsense with his eyes open. He practiced beside the madman, so he didn't have time to watch his lineup design. These were all learned when he was an assistant coach in his previous life.

He couldn't use it before, but now he must use it. For the Chinese team, he is very energetic and dare not make any mistakes.

After Mordred explained patiently, the little assistant smiled at Mordred and said suddenly: "I used to be in the entertainment circle, you are really different from those people."

Hearing what he said, Mordred, who was originally focused on football, also became curious, "It's different? Why is it different?"

"They are under a lot of pressure. After all, you know that in a place like Hollywood, smoking and drinking are still the norm. Even if someone flies a leaf, it is not too outrageous. Naturally, they will not be too gentle with us little assistants. In the end, I couldn't stand that position. The rapid retreat was discovered by Mendez."

"You are the first job in my new career. I was worried that you would beat and scold me like those stressed stars. Now it seems that I am worrying too much. You are so gentle that I doubt it. You Is it really a star?"

The little assistant said with a sense of loss, obviously he looked only 25 or [-] years old, but it made people feel that he was full of vicissitudes.

Mordred covered his head with his hand, as gentle as a madman treats him, "I'm not a star yet, I don't have any awards now, I'm an amateur, at most the voice is very high, maybe it will be like a shooting star at some point come down."

"I don't know if your tenderness is good or bad, restrain your hormones, bro, I'm not one of those chicks." The assistant patted Mordred's troublesome hand, put on the blindfold and prepared to catch up on sleep, there is still time for Spain to go to China some distance away.

Mordred rubbed the back of his red hand and couldn't help thinking, he has always treated others like this, why do they always say that it is better for women?I don't understand.

For Mordred, who is a pure amateur in love, he decisively chose not to waste his brain cells and continued to study the lineup on the plane.

Even if one day I can't play football, I can be a coach and lead the Chinese team.

If his Chinese fans know that he cares so much about the Chinese team, they will be happy while worrying about whether he can live to be [-]. He will be stopped by a group of ball stoppers every day for five meters, and the guys who walk on the court will be angry. They will probably lose their hair before they wait for the old man. Empty.

Time passed little by little, and soon the plane landed.

After getting off the plane, Mordred really understood what a populous country is. He was wearing a pure white jersey with the number 99 on his body, and the Chinese flag was printed on his face. Everyone was full of joy. smile.

Mordred glanced at them, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up. He always likes fans to be happy.

It's just that the current scene is a bit too chaotic, and the little assistant desperately stopped him from letting him go down. If something happens to him, who can afford it!The darkness below is almost comparable to a zombie siege, and people can be crowded if they fall.

The people who came to pick up Mordred were all blocked by the fans because they came a little later.

Now Mordred can't get out, and those people can't get in.

In the end, Mordred couldn't stand the traffic jam for more than ten minutes and shouted to the fans: "Everyone, step back a little bit! Don't affect the normal public order. I will ask someone to find a place to sign for everyone tomorrow!"

But Mordred never expected that his utterance not only didn't make the scene better, but made it worse, the crowd of people talking to each other was more annoying than three thousand ducks.

"He really can speak Chinese! It's full of Beijing flavor!" "It's just that he doesn't look Chinese, but his nationality is Chinese anyway, so what the hell! I love you, Meris!" "He said more than once that his mother wanted to go back to China, I don’t know if it came or not this time.”

"It's handsome enough to watch on TV. I didn't expect that I am more handsome. How can we live! But there is a good thing, my girlfriend will never bother me to watch the game, (only Mordred's game) .”

In addition to these fans who were waiting hard, there were also media who wanted to get interviews, but these media were also unlucky to be blocked by the fans.

Mordred had never seen such fanatical fans. Even in Real Madrid, those fans at most ran to him to ask for an autograph and take a photo. Now... it is really no different from Zombie Siege.

In the end, I had no choice but to ask my assistant for help. After all, this business is a profession.

If Mendes had the foresight, the police came to clear up the fans after a while, and told the fans that there would be an autograph session tomorrow, and everyone was not in a hurry.

Although Goal is reluctant to leave, he also understands that Mordred needs to rest even more now that he is tired from traveling and traveling, so he is very considerate and cooperates with the police uncles to go back to their respective homes.

After nearly an hour of hard work, Mordred finally saw the person who picked them up from the Football Association.

This time, a chubby middle-aged man was in charge of picking up the plane. It is cold now, but the fat man was sweating hotly. He kept wiping his forehead with a tissue and said with a smile: "This time I didn't think carefully. You won't be stuck here for more than an hour."

"It's okay, everyone came here to pick me up because they like me. If they don't like me, then I have to worry." Mordred naturally wouldn't embarrass the other party.

The fat man glanced at Mordred cautiously, his hand holding the handkerchief trembled slightly, "Then let's go back to the hotel first, we have already prepared the room, and there are other players from the Chinese team."

"Thank you." Mordred nodded and smiled, and said something very Chinese, which made the fat man look sideways.

As for the assistants and others who came with Mordred, they were completely dumbfounded, because they couldn't understand Chinese at all, but they didn't need to understand, as long as they took good care of Mordred, it would be better than anything else. Both are strong.

Under the mobile phones of the fans, Mordred followed the fat man into the car, and waved to the fans restlessly with his arms. Others had heard a little bit about his habitual behavior of pampering fans.

When the car finally moved, fans moved out of the way for Mordred.

The fat man glanced at Mordred who was in the co-pilot, but he still couldn't hold back and said: "I didn't scare you, these fans have been holding back for too long, hoping that the stars and the moon will show you such a baby."

Mordred stared out the window without answering.

The green trees, the streets lined with high-rise buildings, the unfamiliar black hair, black eyes and yellow skin are not the most familiar Chinese for him.

He should have been unfamiliar with these things, but when he looked at them, the memories his mother told him gradually came to his mind.

Those scenes seemed to flash before my eyes, I saw my once young mother playing on the street, flying a kite and eating candy figures, wearing foreign goods from the time, gloating in front of her friends, like a spoiled princess.

Familiar, everything is familiar.

Mordred rolled down the car window. A feeling that he had never felt before swept over his whole body. He joined the Chinese team not because he liked China, but because of his mother, and only because of his mother. There seems to be something different after the piece of land.

But what was the difference... Mordred couldn't tell.

He took out his mobile phone and called Lin Yue, and the phone was picked up after only two seconds of ringing, which showed that she had been paying attention.

"Hey, Mom, I'm in Beijing now, and I saw the scenery you once told me about, it's very beautiful, and it's exactly the same as what you remember." Mordred played with the phone pendant, his hand became more and more vigorous bigger.

Similarly, Lin Yue, who hadn't slept all night, burst into tears when she heard these words, Beijing... that's Beijing, that's home.

Tears were like broken pearls, they couldn't stop flowing down, but Lin Yue insisted on covering her mouth to prevent herself from making a sound, for fear that Mordred would hear something wrong, and she didn't want her children to worry about herself anymore as she was far away in the United States .

Mordred also seemed to have guessed the reason for the silence over there, looking down at the beautiful scenery of Beijing, the corners of his mouth that were raised all the time became a little downcast.

The two seem to have made a deal, neither of them speak, but they can make people feel the warmth.

After a while, Lin Yue finally calmed down, and her voice returned to normal, "When you arrive in Beijing, don't use a foreign name, Lin Hao, what do you think? Actually, I have already thought about this name, It's just that I'm afraid you'll overthink...Meris..."

Mordred leaned his head on the backrest, and suddenly interrupted when he heard this, "Mom, call me Lin Hao."

The other end was silent for a while, "Okay! Lin Hao, I gave you this name in the hope that you can be like the sun, not be contaminated by negative emotions, and be happy forever like a little sun."

"It sounds nice, I like it." Mordred wrote the word Lin Hao on his palm.

Although Lin Yue was happy, she didn't want to make it too obvious, "Hmph, even if I call you a dog, you still say you like it. Your small mouth is like honey all day long. If you don't have other skills, you can coax people."

Mordred didn't want to be interrogated, so he changed the subject obediently, "By the way, it's still midnight in the United States, why haven't you slept yet?"

"You're back in China, how can I sleep well, that's the motherland I miss so much, I want to know what my son is doing right away, no one loves this land more." It's more like "Are you used to it?

"Mom, don't think too much, I'm fine now, and I'm walking to the hotel."

"I saw it, I saw it all, the fans on your twitter, there is almost no live broadcast, so I can know first-hand what you are doing now, and your twitter is blowing up again, you know?" Lin Yue picked up her mood and turned back into the mother who doted on her son.

The author has something to say:

It is true that old Beijingers have feelings for Beijing that ordinary people can't imagine.

I am so happy that Master Luo won the championship. This year Juventus played really uncomfortable. Master Luo feels that he won the Golden Globe Award.

ps. Another chapter will be updated this afternoon, I can’t stay up late every day ← The guy who talks about it every day, but actually sleeps late every day.