football king

Mordred is usually known for his simplicity and efficiency, and he can play directly without any tricks. This style is very popular with coaches, but for fans, they still prefer to watch gorgeous football.

The skills Mordred showed today made the fans almost suffocate, no matter how much they screamed, they couldn't vent the agitation in their hearts.

He Wei, who is called a poet by the fans, is so excited at the moment that he can’t think of any literary content. If he doesn’t scream after seeing such a goal, he is not worthy of being a football commentator. “This is not only the future of Real Madrid. He is still the future star of China. His ability makes me almost forget that he has just reached his full age! I believe Mordred will bring more goals in the future!"

Usually, as a spectator, these commentaries explain Zhe’s safety, and he is rarely so excited, but now he is not a spectator. This is the national team, which represents the face of China. They deserve such cheers when they score a goal.

No one would care about He Wei's excitement at this moment, because they were equally excited. Some of the audience in the stands even covered their chests, their faces flushed from holding back, and their enthusiasm remained undiminished. come on!"

Obviously it is Singapore's home game, but now it has become the home game of the Chinese team. There are even many Singaporean fans who rebelled and cheered for Mordred.

Perhaps this is the charm of football.

Several comrades in the front field ran to Mordred one after another, picked him up involuntarily and threw him high, the smiles on their faces were genuinely excited.

Mordred opened his eyes and looked at the sky that seemed to be within his reach. His tense nerves relaxed slightly, and the joy of scoring a goal enveloped him.

"You are too good, kid. Just now when you passed the clock, the three defenders on the opposite side looked at you like a fool, hahaha, cool!" Zheng Zhi clapped his big hand on Mordred's back with a bang. , Mordred grinned and dodged, stretching his arms while saying: "I said boss, you are going to murder!"

Li Weifeng pulled the complaining Mordred over, and ravaged his smooth blond hair into straws with his big hands. Just as Mordred was about to break free, he heard, "Come on, we will try not to hold you back. "

The deep voice made Mordred pause, and then he felt the other party let him go.

Looking at Li Weifeng's back, Mordred bowed his head and hummed.

Then he quickly smoothed out the messy hair, "One or two are both hands and feet, what's wrong." It sounds like a lot of complaints, but what is more straightforward is the smile contained in it.

Mordred turned around and was about to return to his position, but accidentally bumped into the opposite Singapore player, who was the young central defender.

The young boy's eyes were red, and he looked at Mordred as if he had seen his father and enemy killed. "Maybe I can't compare to you now, but I will definitely become an existence beyond you in the future."

Mordred didn't have time to teach other people's children, just like Li Weifeng did to him just now, covering his brown hair with his white and slender hands, "Come on." Then he waved his hands mercilessly, without any emotion.

He knew that this way the other party would only get angrier, and this was what he wanted.

As he expected, the defense of the opposite side after the kick-off again could no longer be described as an iron wall. No matter how he moved, the opposite side defended him tightly, and all his teammates were released.

When they got the ball again, Mordred ran to the front line. Gao Lin just wanted to pass the ball to him, but Mordred stopped him. He pointed at Hao Junmin who had already run into the penalty area.

Mordred glanced at the defenders around him and raised his lips slightly. Football is never a game for one person.

Gao Lin passed the ball to Hao Junmin, the ball was a bit high, Hao Junmin jumped from the spot and headed for the goal, the goalkeeper had no time to react, the ball wiped his glove and went into the net.

"The goal has been scored! Gao Lin assisted, Hao Junmin scored the goal with a header! The goal has been scored, and now the Chinese team is 2-0 to the Singapore team, and the opponent has no way to fight back! The victory is destined to belong to the Chinese team! The finalists in the group stage must definitely It's us."

If the first goal scored by Mordred was to stabilize the morale of the army, then the second goal scored by Hao Junmin was completely inspiring.

Mordred glanced lightly at the opposite defender, and owed them all the expression on his face, and ran to Hao Junmin and gave him a big hug.

Because the mistakes made by his opponents are too low-level, not to mention a big team like Real Madrid that focuses on defense, even if one is randomly drawn from a third-rate team in La Liga, there will be no one person defending the entire defense, resulting in Others score.

He is a bit stronger than others, but this does not mean that his teammates are useless. After this goal is scored in this game, the outcome of Singapore is already doomed.

Unlike the lifeless Singapore team, Hao Junmin, who was hitting the goal with a header, was covering his head and laughing stupidly. The 24-year-old boy looked at the fans excitedly, not knowing what to do.

Mordred pushed behind him, "Go and say thank you to the fans, they shouted hoarsely throughout the first half and still cheered for you, they really like you."

Hao Junmin hesitated for a moment, then ran to the Chinese red stands and bowed deeply.

Seeing this scene, He Wei couldn't help but moisten his eyes, "Our player Hao Junmin is thanking the fans in the stands at this time. He looks very excited. This is not his first goal for the Chinese team. , but it was the first header he scored, and we wish him further and further progress on the road of the national team and bring more brilliance to the Chinese team."

After Hao Junmin scored a header, the entire Singapore team became strange, but when Mordred hadn't figured out how they would respond next, the whistle at the end of the first half sounded.

Mordred glanced at the opponent's coach. The opponent's coach noticed him peeking and turned his head to give him a malicious smile.

The cold feeling of being targeted by a poisonous snake made Mordred feel a little bad. To be honest, the opponent played fairly cleanly in the first half. He doesn't care about people.

But this is the normal state of the Chinese team. Sometimes it is drizzle to kick 10 of the last 11 players, and it is not uncommon for them to play 8 and 11.

Before Mordred could think deeply, he was dragged back to the locker room by his teammates.

Gao Lin sat on the chair, stuffed a bottle of water into his hand and said obsequiously, "Wash your mouth with a bottle of water. By the way, how did you see Hao Junmin running to the door in the first half? Didn't you find it?"

Mordred was also polite, and half a bottle of water was gone in the blink of an eye, "Your viewing angle is too bad, I was paying attention to me at that time, in fact, if you look at the upper left corner, you will find that he has been standing in front of the door for a while .”

The other members of the Chinese team looked at Mordred with some confusion, not saying that they couldn't do this, but that they couldn't do it all the time. He was only this year, and what kind of achievements he will have in the future.

They were full of complicated hearts, but their expressions remained motionless, sitting on the chair and leaning against Gao Lin as if they had no bones, completely unable to see the appearance of strategizing just now.

At the same time, in the home locker room next to it, the coach looked at the players at ease, "Do you have any questions?"

The other people replied vigorously: "No more!" They were neatly organized like an army, and the coach nodded in satisfaction. In this mental state, even if the opponent wins in the second half, it will definitely not be so comfortable to win.

Future star?Heh, that posture looks quite powerful, but I don't know if you can see the day when he grows up.

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As soon as the second half started, Mordred found that the opposing lineup had changed, from the ordinary 442 to 433 lineup. This kind of lineup is not common in Asia. On the contrary, Mordred's arch-rival Barcelona often uses it. A demanding lineup.

No matter what the opponent is, just by looking at the posture of the opponent, you know that it will not be so easy to score again in the second half.

But will Mordred let them do so?Of course not, how could his national team debut end with a goal?

Mordred narrowed his eyes and stood at his winger position.

With the sound of a whistle, the opposing team took the lead in attacking the kick-off. The opposing team really used a Barcelona style of pass control, layered on top of each other, but...the opposing team was only weaker than the Chinese team. The ball that comes out is simply eye-catching, and it is incomparable to Barcelona. There are often situations where the ball is carried and the ball is moved, but the effect of the kick is worse than that of the first half.

As Mordred stepped forward to steal, he thought to himself, if all the teams in the world are at this level, then it would not be difficult for him to lead the Chinese team to win the championship.

He had a lot of thoughts in his mind, but he didn't have any ambiguity in his footwork. He used his signature interception to directly hook the ball away from the opponent's feet.

Then a long pass was given to Li Weifeng, who ran without the ball to the opposite small penalty area, and then Li Weifeng's return pass reached his feet.

This pancake is so comfortable that you don’t even need to adjust it. Mordred was about to lift a fallen leaf ball to hit the second goal of his national team. Suddenly, he felt a chill behind his back. This discomfort made Mordred adjust his posture. .

But his opponent didn't intend to let him go, the spikes kissed his ankle, Mordred fell directly on the turf, the referee ran over when the sharp whistle sounded, a red card was raised high, kicking The guard walked straight down without any excuse.

Bare feet are bare feet again!How much resentment do these people have for his legs!Mordred raised his head and stared angrily at the player's back, engraving the number deeply in his mind. This was the first time he was so angry in this world.

The Chinese team is not satisfied with this penalty, red card?At least five more games must be suspended!This is malicious hurt!Judging by the attitude of the other side who doesn't protest at all, you know that the other side is here with a mission!To harm Mordred.

Mordred's injury made the commentator very angry, "The opponent doesn't have any sportsmanship at all! The man behind the tackle just now didn't go for the ball at all, and his studs were confiscated at all! What is the Singapore team trying to do? Just kick it out Lin Hao? If the other party is not punished, I believe the Football Association will bring justice to Lin Hao!"

The fans at the scene were yelling and swearing, whatever was ugly, and the away stands were in a mess at this time, throwing things from top to bottom.

This is their star of the future, Singapore better hope Mordred is ok, or take off whichever leg kicks him, shit!It is their inability to let them walk out of the court in full length!

Gao Lin, who was more nervous about Mordred, walked up to Mordred, and looked down at his swollen ankle and big steamed bun. It was so red and swollen that it was appalling, especially Mordred's skin was fairer, and the wound looked Even more shocking.

"Lin Hao, are your legs okay?" After going through such a long time, Gao Lin has a good impression of this easy-going and slightly tempered teammate, and he doesn't want him to disappear like a meteor.

Just as Mordred was about to stand up on the turf, he was pushed down by the team doctor.

After checking with the team doctor from Real Madrid, he said to Mordred with a serious expression: "No, there is not enough professional equipment now. I can't tell you whether you really hurt your bones. You can't play anymore!"

Mordred tousled his hair irritably, stood up and looked down at the team doctor and said, "Sir, I am very clear about my body, if I say I can kick, I can kick!"