football king

After the game, someone brought a box of champagne. From the beginning, one person got hurt and everyone was wet with smirks on their faces. After all, they won. If they are not happy at this time, it would be too out of place.

Hao Junmin next to him hugged Mordred, "We have qualified in the group stage! We can play in the World Cup!"

Mordred grabbed his wet jersey and said helplessly: "We have just qualified from the group stage, and we are still far away from the official World Cup. If we really want to go to the World Cup, we should train hard." At first, Mordred said nicely However, Hao Junmin's hands were really strong, and Mordred couldn't help but swear, "Damn, you let me loose for a while and I'm strangled to death by you."

Hao Junmin didn't let go of the red arm that was patted by Mordred, and just smirked, "It's okay, it's okay, wouldn't it be rampant in Asia with you? I'm going to Brazil!"

"I said what are you guys whispering about? Xiao Mo will lend me a period of time, and the coach will take him to accompany those reporters." Li Weifeng, the captain, stretched out his hand and tore apart Mordred's arm that was tightly imprisoned.

"Can you call me by my name properly? Whether it's Lin Hao or Meris, what's going on with Xiao Mo?" Mordred, who has gained several nicknames since coming to the Chinese team, couldn't help complaining. .

As a result, Li Weifeng not only did not explain, but also taunted him, "Also, what is your Chinese name called Mordred? Why, do you want to imitate the Englishmen and poke your father? Even those Englishmen seldom call this man." name?"

Hearing the scumbag father whom he hadn't mentioned for a long time, Mordred said angrily, "Stab dad... Huh, that bastard doesn't need to stab him, he'll kill himself in a few years." Then he reflected his emotions Not quite right, he said dumbfounded: "Why mention him on such a happy day, go, go, didn't the coach call me to attend the press conference?"

Speaking of which, Mordred started to walk out. After taking three steps, he realized that he had gone the wrong way, and turned back.

Hao Junmin and Li Weifeng, who watched the whole process, looked at each other, "It seems that his scumbag father has quite a big influence on him."

"Who said it wasn't? I read online information that said that scumbag father divorced his mother when he was born. We should not talk about it in front of him in the future."

Mordred, who was cared for again, rubbed the hair next to his ears irritably, his golden straight hair was almost curled by him.

When the door was opened, the face full of irritability when facing the reporter suddenly put on a smile, and sat next to the coach, looking extremely skilled.

After all the reporters arrived at the scene, Camacho, the winner, couldn't see his smiling eyes. However, the Chinese media did not interview him too much intentionally or unintentionally. Instead, they focused their microphones on Mordred and the coach of the Iraqi team. .

The Iraqi coach was very serious about the injury of Younis, "I believe that Sun Xiang did not mean to be injured about Younis, but he must apologize! This is the most fundamental sportsmanship of a football player. One thing he should learn from Melis."

Mordred, who was suddenly named, had a smile on his face, but there was a trace of fatigue in the smile. I said, gentlemen, you can talk as you say, can you take me with you?You guys make it hard for me to be a human in the locker room!

But Mordred could do nothing but listen and smile at the reporter.

An Iraqi reporter may have seen that the fire on Mordred's side was not strong enough, so he added more firewood, "Why did you bow to the home fans at that time? Is it because of Mr. Sun Xiang's foul?"

That's a good question, and it hits the nail on the head.If he gets attacked by a group after he returns to the locker room, it will be the fault of you bastards who put ducks on the shelves!

Even though he was roaring in his heart at this moment, Mordred was still as stable as a mountain on the surface, with his hands folded together like an elegant nobleman, "To be precise, I apologize to the Iraqi people and Younis. Although my teammates accidentally kicked When it came to him, it also hurt Younis, but it was a pity that he couldn't apologize to him in time due to the reason of leaving the game. After returning to the player channel, he kept regretting, and he asked me to help younis to apologize."

Mordred paused suddenly when he said this, "I also want to apologize to Eunice." In the end he still told the truth.

Adnan, who was sitting on the Iraqi side, looked at Mordred strangely. His mouth was so smooth... If I hadn’t known that there was almost no quarrel in the player tunnel, I would have believed it.

A man's mouth, a deceitful ghost.Then Adnan looked away quietly and continued to listen to his nonsense.

"May I ask Mr. Lin Hao how you commented on Zheng Zhi's failure to return the ball when you asked for the ball at that time."

As soon as Mordred heard the name, he knew it was a Chinese media, and he glanced at the brand on his microphone. It's very good, right? I remember it.

"I don't have any opinions. There are so many changes on the pitch. He probably thought it was better to go it alone at that time, so he did it. It's very simple, isn't it?"

But the reporter was not satisfied with such a plain answer, and insisted on digging something out of Mordred's mouth. "And do you think he was wrong in doing so?"

"I don't think he just made the best choice in that situation. I have nothing but admiration for that." After speaking, he moved the microphone away, obviously not wanting to answer his questions.

The reporter wanted to say something, but was poked by the person next to him and could only give up in resentment.

"Coach Iraq, what do you think is the reason for losing this game?" As the defeated side, there are not a few people who want to interview them.

The Iraqi coach thought for a while and then said: "Because of a person, a person with a golden soul."

This is no exaggeration. If Mordred hadn’t apologized and bowed at that time, Iraq’s strong fighting spirit might not have been able to equalize the score. Once the Chinese team equalized, it would be impossible to qualify.

The Chinese reporter showed a weird smile, and this golden soul knew who it was without even thinking about it!I didn't expect that you are also Lin Haochui, from now on we will be half brothers!

After Mordred finished dealing with the media, he returned to the locker room and found that the group of older bear children who were waving champagne had already cleaned up. He opened the door and looked over, as if to say: waiting for you! '

Yang Zhi was the first to walk up to him, and put his arms around his neck, "You've qualified for the group stage today, so you can't be so special, you eat what we eat, do you hear me?"

Mordred looked down at his abs, then looked at the bosses in the locker room with a hearty smile, "Of course! I'm happy to eat more today!" In fact, I silently prayed that this little food would not be digested too much. Hurry up, at least don't be discovered by Mr. Madman, he doesn't pay attention to his diet...

Since entering the national team, this group of big brothers has said nothing to him. Although there are occasional minor tantrums due to the coach or external reasons, everyone cares about him very much and treats him like a cub.

Humans are social animals, so it's not right for him to be out of gregarious all the time, isn't it?

The self-consoling Mordred was taken away by a group of old drivers. What will he eat after qualifying in the group stage?

Of course it's a skewer!In this weather, it is simply unreasonable not to masturbate.

This dinner was just a few of their players, not even the coach brought them with them. As athletes, they didn't have as many rules as the nobles, so they found a high-end restaurant and started ordering.

Trembling, Mordred ordered something, most of which were vegetables, and when his buttocks were warming up, the boss suddenly brought a gout pot, it was absolutely amazing!If this pot goes on, how much fat will he gain?

But he could only silently hold the crab in front of him, and listen to the stories of the old brothers.

As for the accusations on the Internet, they turned a deaf ear and chose to drink and eat shrimp.

Mordred was much quieter, lowering his head and eating like a lady.

Zheng Zhi, who was sitting aside while eating, suddenly put his arms around his neck, and began to take him into his arms, Mordred couldn't help but struggle.

In the end, Mordred, who couldn't break free, slandered inwardly: What's wrong with this group of people, they like hugging people's necks so much!And if you use this strength on football, you can shoot through the net!

As a result, Zheng Zhi had a drink break, and Mordred almost died on the spot, "Let me tell you! Do you know how awkward I was when you came? You... just like the little girl in the palace." Like a prince, surrounded by everyone, holding... hiccups, he still looks like a fool when he smiles."

Mordred held down that restless arm speechlessly, I laughed like the second idiot, I'm really sorry for you.

"But we've been together for a long time, you little bastard is pretty good! Hiccup, you have a sweet mouth, you don't hide anything, you show everything on your face, it's easy to understand, and it's very interesting!" Obviously drunk, Li Weifeng, who was the only one present who was still awake, hurriedly pushed Zheng Zhi away.

"Stop talking nonsense!" Li Weifeng scolded in a low voice, and then said to Mordred: "Don't take his words to heart, this guy is drunk."

The corners of Mordred's mouth trembled slightly. Captain, before you say that others are drunk, you should first look at yourself in the mirror. Your hazy eyes are not convincing at all, okay?

Then he looked at his teammates who were in a mess next to him, and in desperation called the Football Association to ask them to pick them up. He couldn't handle these drunks.

When everything was settled, Mordred looked at Zheng Zhi mockingly.

Did you actually say he was the little prince?It's a pity that he has already passed the age of being a prince. In this life, he just wants to play football well, not to repeat the mistakes of his previous life, and to relax by the way... It was not so easy for him to be the captain before.

After returning to the hotel, the phone rang suddenly.

After seeing the phone number, he showed a sunny smile.

"Finally time to call me again?"

It turned out that it wasn't Chris' magnetic voice that came over there, but "Uncle Melis! Congratulations for qualifying in the group stage!"

"Thank you." Mordred paused, then smiled sweeter, "Where are you lying?"

Mini glanced at the president cautiously. This three and a half year old guy was sitting on the sofa sulking, and Mini replied in a super low voice: "You're angry."

Then Mini received his father's loving gaze, and Mini smiled and continued to talk to Mordred while holding the phone.

When he heard that Chris was angry, Mordred's first reaction was that those reporters were doing something wrong and made Chris angry, but if Chris really wanted to say it, he would take the initiative to say it.

Thinking of Mordred like this, he didn't take the initiative to understand, and chatting with Xiao Mi became more and more joyful.

Chris, who was left alone, felt that his star had no sense of existence.

Childishly taking the phone back from Mini's hand, the angry Mini hit his thigh with his fist, which was so soft that it didn't hurt at all.

Mordred, who heard the ins and outs from the phone, couldn't help covering his face, please be yourself!Is teasing children so much fun?

Chris: Sorry, that's the fun of teasing kids.

After a comforting meal, Mini pouted and sat next to Chris, listening to the two of them chatting about homework, hum!This kind of thing is the same for him, smelly.

"Mini congratulated me, why don't you congratulate me?" Mordred leaned against the head of the bed with a sweet smile on his face.

If you broke into someone at this time, you would definitely see the hormones exuding from Mordred at a glance, but it's a pity that he is the only one in the room.

"Congratulations, congratulations... Anyway, there are so many people congratulating you, am I one more?" The tone can be said to be perfunctory.

Mordred didn't care, subconsciously said: "Of course, you are different from others, you are the great Ronaldo." The skillful rainbow fart made Chris on the other end of the phone raise his tail.

"When will you come back? Of course, you don't have to worry too much. The next game is against Levante. The strength is not too strong."

Mordred learned to automatically translate Chris's words into normal human understanding, "I will try my best to go back, tell Mini not to miss me too much"

Chris cut, "Who would miss you, right Mini."

Mini: "I miss Brother Melis!"

Destroying this son is professional.

Talking about disgust, Chris still misses Mordred. After all, the whole atmosphere in Real Madrid is different without him. The recent transfer turmoil...Just thinking about Chris makes me feel irritable.

"Did Mendes talk to you? Manchester United's offer to you."

Mordred: "Huh?"

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