football king

Although Mordred did not usher in the honor he deserved, it did not affect the next game in the slightest.

Now after playing against the Singapore team, it will be against Iraq, the overlord of the standings, and it will be an away game.

Before the game even started, the media began to build momentum.

As the number one overlord, the Iraqi team is of course impossible to lose in momentum, and took the lead in launching psychological warfare.

"You mean Mordred? That is indeed a talented child, but it is not worthy of our attention."

Reporter: "Sir, but Mordred scored a full four goals against Singapore. Doesn't that make you pay attention?"

Iraqi coach: "No matter what, we will do our best. After all, this is the glory of the country, and we will not take half a step back."

This is simply a textbook-like answer to the question, but of course the reporters can't just let him go.

"Sir, can you comment positively on Mordred?"

"All I can say is...we won't guard him, as a rookie, he's not worth our guard."

Mordred, who had watched the entire interview, looked at Zheng Zhi with a gloating face, "And then? Do you want me to express my opinion?"

Zheng Zhi thought he could see an interesting expression on his face, but he didn't expect it to look like a salty fish, so he nodded feebly.

Mordred leaned on his chin and pondered for a while, "I really hope that this coach is as he said, not to defend me."

Zheng Zhi, who waited for a long time for such a sentence, couldn't help but roll his eyes, "If he really doesn't defend you, he is a big idiot. Anyone with long eyes can tell that you are the strongest here, that is, you are here. In our own team, if you're in the opposing team, our defense can knock you down before the ball touches you."

Of course Mordred knew the rough style of the Chinese team, shrugged his shoulders and turned his attention to the TV again.

The Iraqi coach is still talking about Kaikai, full of momentum from the heart.

Then he turned his head to look at his teammates who were sitting together, smoking cigarettes and playing cards, and couldn't help but cover their faces with their hands, how difficult life is.

"Lin Hao, stop pretending to be a thinker, come and play cards together!" Zheng Zhi, who has always been unruly, turned his head and greeted.

Mordred put down the hands covering his face, "You play slowly, I'll go downstairs to the gym for a run."

After saying that, he walked out of the room full of smoke, and he could still hear someone yelling after walking a long distance, "Damn it, stop smoking and open the window for me."

For the first time, Mordred felt that he should follow Mr.'s advice and go back early...

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Although the daily life of the players is terrible, at least they are still a bit dedicated in their careers. I don’t know if Mordred’s active training every day has driven them.

Now I am more active in training than anyone else, even if I sit on a chair and complain for about an hour after training, it is at least a good change.

Just three days before the game, Mordred was suddenly told by Mendes to hold an autograph session, and the objection was invalid.

Even though Mordred was on the eve of the war, he only thought about training, but he had to be obedient.

When Mordred came to the venue Mendez told him, he found that everything was ready, and he was the only one who was missing everything. This was obviously premeditated.

Mendes casually threw him two pieces of casual clothes for him to change into, "It would be a shame if you didn't take advantage of your face when you go back to China, and you just won a big victory, and now you are the best in the world."

Mordred buried his head in his clothes, and said in a muffled voice, "I only want to be a star, but I don't want to be a star. This kind of thing is only once."

Once the other party tastes the sweetness of cutting first and playing later, it will only intensify in the future.

He vaccinated Mendes first, and if this kind of thing happens again, don't blame him for not showing favor.

Mendes is a smart man, he naturally knows where Mordred's bottom line is.

But Mordred is too difficult to deal with. If you don't step on his bottom line, you can't package him perfectly. He doesn't have the anxiety and desire to become famous like a newcomer.

As long as he has the idea of ​​a little impatience, Mendes will not take such a risk.

As time passed, fans gradually filled half of the stadium.

The organizer gave Mordred a particularly soft chair, for fear that he would get impatient after signing, and even provided him with a super cute young lady serving tea and water, saying "Mr. Do you think it’s hot? Sir, your tea is cold, I’ll make you another cup, sir..."

Faced with such meticulous care, Mordred did not feel comfortable. Under the fans' increasingly strange eyes, Mordred said with a smile, "SHUTUP."

The young lady's face was unnatural for a moment, and then the smiling face was restored, but she didn't say a word.

This made Mordred lose a sigh of relief in his heart. Now that all his fans are here, he doesn't want to see something in the newspaper tomorrow, "The talented future star actually likes her!" ? '

So let's sign it honestly, and leave after signing.

Mordred signed all his fans with his Chinese name. Although he has a lot of female fans, they are still much less than male fans.

In Mordred, he saw a strong man who was bigger than him, standing in front of him with some awkwardness, even if he was a little bit forced.

But the mechanical smile remained motionless, and in the eyes of others, Mordred even said hello calmly.

After hearing this hello, the strong man seemed to be aroused by some terrible nerves, and grabbed Mordred's white paw, "Hello, hello, I'm your fan! I watched you play, too You are handsome, please continue to work hard!"

To be honest, what the other party said was actually quite normal, the only thing that was abnormal was the hand strength.

Mordred feels like his wrist is about to break. Are you sure you are a fan of mine, not an Iraqi fan?

The slander is the slander, and Mordred signed the autograph for the strong man in a good temper.

After the strong man left, Mordred took a look at his wrist, and it turned blue as expected...

God knows that he doesn't have a scarred physique, but a little external force will make his body bruise. I still remember that he told Lin Yue that he wanted to play football and persuaded him for half a year.

As a result, after a game, his body was covered with bruises, and Lin Yue cried like tears that night.

Mordred sighed and continued to sign. In fact, he doesn't hate being in close contact with fans, because they are full of encouragement to give him the motivation to play.

It was getting dark, and Mordred shook his hand when he saw the long line of people taking pictures behind him, suddenly realizing that having too many fans is not a good thing QAQ.

Maybe God took pity on Mordred. After shaking his hands, there was a beautiful big sister with a very good figure, but her chest was a bit flat.

The hot pants perfectly outlined the legs, and the face was painted with exquisite makeup. He took out a signature board and put it in front of Mordred, even with a perfect lipstick mark on it.

After signing, Mordred raised his head and asked like any other fan, "Do you want to take a photo?"

The big sister covered her mouth in surprise, then smiled and said, "Of course." Then she took out a mobile phone case covered with various rhinestones, which made her eyes hot at a glance.

His face was close to Mordred's, and he made a kissing expression for the camera.

After the photo was taken, the eldest sister looked at the above photo with satisfaction, and blew a kiss to Mordred, "Keep fighting hard."

Now not only Mordred froze there, but everyone who heard these words froze there, because this 'Miss Sister' had a strong voice, obviously a bass.

Mordred looked at the 'Miss Sister' who walked like a willow, shivered abruptly, lowered his head and murmured: "I feel like I'm going to have a psychological shadow on women."

Excluding two episodes, the autograph session went smoothly, but there are still too many Mordred fans, and many people still haven't got it.

But the organizer is not Zhou Paipi. Although the method is not very bright, it was announced that the autograph session was over just after dark.

A middle-aged man with a big belly looks like Maitreya Buddha when he smiles.

"Thank you so much for your willingness to come. I wonder if I'm lucky enough to have a meal with you?"

Mordred was rather reluctant to be forced to come here, but he was angry after he came here, which seemed a bit like a bitch and set up a chastity archway, at least he was given a lot of money.

To be honest, let alone Mendes with that number, even he was moved for a moment.

But to eat... Mordred thought about it and refused.

"Forget about eating. Except for the athletes, whoever eats with me will suffer. I can't eat anything. The competition will be in two days. I have to rest well and prepare for the competition."

Being refuted by others, this one was not angry and still smiled and said: "Yes, yes, everything is about the competition. I will send someone to send you back later?"

I have rejected him once, and it would be a bit too shameless to refuse this time, Mordred nodded, "Trouble."

When he got in the car, Mordred felt that sitting this day was more tiring than playing a game on the court. Looking at Mendes with a smile on his eyebrows, he felt even more depressed.

When he returned to the hotel, he would be ridiculed by a group of unscrupulous teammates, who pressed him on the sofa and pointed at the beautiful 'big sister' above him, "Damn it, you're so scared!"

The two incidents that happened at the autograph meeting in the afternoon were shown above, and I watched Mordred while laughing loudly.

You are just bullying me for being good-tempered, but if I am short-tempered, you still laugh at me?

But there is something to gain, if he hadn't been soft-tempered, he wouldn't have integrated into the team so quickly.

Mordred pushed away a group of unscrupulous teammates, and when he was about to take a shower, the phone rang

Mordred thought it was a madman, but never thought it was Chris?

Although after returning to China, I can often see Chris' concern for him in the newspapers, but I haven't made a single phone call or even sent a text message. I'm a real superficial brother.

It seems that those nagging before returning to China were all fake.

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This chapter is still coded in Internet cafes... When will my computer be repaired, so annoying.

Feel sorry for Pipimei, it's amazing to meet a big guy in women's clothing.