football king

Because of Mr. Madman, no one dared to let go of their stomachs to eat, especially Kaka looked at the barbecue on the table, the chopsticks were still transferred to the lettuce, with a sad look on his face, I don’t know, I thought he and the barbecue were farewell. Woolen cloth.

Chris leaned back and laughed beside him, and then put the barbecue into his bowl, "Don't worry, we won't tell my husband, it's nothing to do more training tomorrow after eating."

Mordred took a bite of the meat and received today's dog food, it's so sweet!

Already accustomed to the friendship between the two that is closer than their lovers, Mordred gradually became a capelo party under the light of the two, eating food to his full, and super sweet!

But the two protagonists who were YY didn't know anything about it.

After the three rounds of water, the sky was too dark. Even if I insisted on staying until the early morning to return home, but even if I returned home in the early morning, there was nothing to program, which made some tabloid reporters grit their teeth.

Since the appearance of Mordred, they seldom get together to go to the bar. Instead, they run to Mordred's house at every turn. If you want to run, run away, at least bring a female partner or some female model!

Don't forget you are stars!It's not an ascetic, Mordred is enough for freaks, and there is no need for a second one.

But elephants don't care about the cries of ants, no matter how these tabloid reporters have little influence on Mordred and the others, after all, their reputation is not as good as that of big newspapers.

Mordred, who lived a chic life in China, finally ushered in his own trial. The standing posture of the girl with her hands folded in front of her body was nothing against Mordred, and the wet blue eyes made people intoxicated. .

Don't go out of bounds, don't go out of bounds!Mordred was thinking in his heart, his whole body was not well.

Mourinho, who was sitting on the sofa, remained motionless, flipping through the report in his hand, and couldn't help but roll his eyes at Mordred, who was anxious beside him, and threw the document directly on the table, "It's well maintained, It seems that you understand very well that this is the training plan I made based on your current state, and I am modifying if something is wrong after execution."

Mordred was overjoyed at first, sat in front of Mourinho and picked up the document, his smile slowly disappeared.jpg

what is this?New training program?Isn't it really a big fight to kill me?

Mourinho seemed to have just arrived at what Mordred wanted to say, "This plan is strictly customized according to your physical fitness, so there is no need to doubt it."

"But... sir, my training is much higher than others now." Mordred glanced at the madman hesitantly, and met the madman with a smile that was not a smile.

"But your physical fitness is far inferior to theirs. You have traveled from the United States to La Liga in a short period of time. If you don't train with this intensity, you will never be able to compete on the same platform as them. You know it very well." Mourinho said His gaze was as sharp as a knife, wanting to see what Mordred was thinking, but his words didn't stop, "Don't you know how much your physical strength hindered you when you were in the Chinese team?"

"I..." Mordred knew that the madman was right, but he felt that Mourinho seemed to have forgotten how old he was this year! At the age of 18, he can achieve such results in Real Madrid. Although he dare not say that he is comparable to a great man, he is still countable. Mourinho completely broke his idea of ​​​​taking it slowly.

"The fact is that if your physical strength is still so weak, you will become a weakness in the first team sooner or later. Don't you find that more and more defenders like to play tug-of-war with you? More and more coaches are familiar with your style of play and start targeting you. You? Your ability is a small problem in our eyes, as long as your weakness is bigger than a mountain."

It's an exaggeration to be bigger than a mountain, Mordred couldn't help but complained in his heart, but he was a little persuaded, "I will do as above, sir."

If he wants to make Real Madrid famous at this age, he must pay more than others.

Then everyone saw another Mordred who was full of energy and fought harder than anyone else.

Mourinho stood in front of the window and looked at Mordred. He was curious where the limit of this young man was?He is like an inexhaustible treasure, as long as he is well taken care of, he will only be better than Melo in the future, not worse.

So he, the gardener in charge of pruning, has to be more careful.

After the training, this group of bosses changed their dirty jerseys and rushed to the washroom decisively.

The men in the bathroom were all naked, and even a scar on their bodies was clearly visible, especially since each scar represented a foul.

Chris, who was standing next to Mordred, looked at Mordred's white figure, and couldn't help saying: "You are really too white, and my eyes hurt from the light, but you still have a pretty good figure." , at least you have muscles, just seeing you put on clothes, I thought you were a chicken for nothing."

Running around in the sun every day, it is a miracle to be able to become like Mordred for nothing. Chris looked at the other party frankly in his heart, without any shyness.

To this Mordred: Chris, are you teasing me?But since you dare to say that I cut the chicken for nothing, that's fine, you don't have the gift.

It took a while for Chris to realize what he had lost. After cleaning up, Mordred took out the box from a woven bag like a Santa Claus and handed it to his teammates.

"This is yours, team favorite, horn comb! I bought it back from my motherland, cherish it!" Mordred seemed to be handing his daughter into the hands of his son-in-law, solemnly not doing so, which caused Marcelo to look confused Looking at the horn comb so obsessively, she forgot to bother with him about the nickname of team pet.

"Master Shui, I gave you the God of War card, and whoever doesn't like it in the future will give him a ruby! You don't have to do it yourself!" Then he stuffed the thick God of War card into his hand involuntarily.

Master Shui looked at the ruby ​​God of War card and suddenly wanted to stick the whole stack of God of War cards on his face.

Walking to Kaka's side, Mordred hesitated for half a minute before turning around and looking through his 'treasure chest'.

This made this group of guys who didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement couldn't help but open their mouths, wanting to see what Mordred gave Ricardo.

Mordred bent down and rummaged in the bag for a long time, and took out a very thick... photo book! ?Kaka, who originally thought it would be a Bible, stared stiffly at the book with the photobook printed with Cristiano's big head.

"I got rid of my friend Doyle and printed this! Some pictures are not available to most people!"

Kaka couldn't figure out what was going on with his proud tone, but his self-cultivation made him unable to dislike this gift, "Uh...thank you."

Mordred: "You're welcome, I knew you would like this gift!"

Brazilian question mark? ? ?

Mordred walked over like Benzema with steady steps. After seeing the previous encounters, Benzema took a step back subconsciously, but he still did not escape Mordred's punishment.

The huge iron pot was held by Mordred in one hand, "God of the pot, you carry this pot well, don't drop it." Then he put the pot behind his back like Captain America, and nodded in satisfaction after putting it away.

If Özil hadn't stopped him and estimated Benzema, it is estimated that this pot would die.

Let's move on to the next victim, no no no, the gift taker.

Di Maria is very curious about what gift he will give himself, at least hoping to be a little better than Benzema...

"Angel, this is red wine for you. I heard it's a special offer, but you know I won't drink this, so I'll leave it to you."

The only serious gift in the audience appeared, so serious that Di Maria was a little creepy, because what?Because the people who received the comb and the God of War card stared at him so intensely that he didn't dare to laugh.

When he got to Ozil, Mordred changed his clothes with a tragic expression, took out a can of something from the bag and put it in his hand with distress, "This is protein powder for you, I heard yesterday that Mr. Did you increase the amount of training for you? Brothers and sisters!"

The little daughter-in-law, who was asked to gain muscle again, held the can of protein powder and looked at Mordred with an earthy face.

You are the devil itself!He originally planned to be happy for the last day today and work hard tomorrow, but now he is happy when he mentions it.

Going around, even those who have been on the bench all year round received gifts, but some people were happy and some were sad when they chose this gift. Chris, the only one who didn't receive a gift, raised his eyebrows with a subtle expression.

Mordred took a look and decisively pretended not to see it, hum!Who told you to hang up on me and say that I killed chickens for nothing!I'll give you the gift in a few days.

As soon as Mourinho opened the door in the office, he saw a bag of coffee in front of the door, with printed English written like a dragon on it, 'It's not good to stay up late!The most special Mourinho coach. '

Mourinho laughed hoarsely, saying that he was eccentric, and it is normal to meet such a child who is eccentric.

Chris, who drove Mordred home at night, surprisingly didn't sing, and the silence in the car was suffocating.

Mordred looked out the window, no, this gift cannot be given to him!

Little did he know that Chris couldn't help but want to laugh seeing his tense whole body, his heart was still soft, and he would not worry about not automatically giving him the gift that belonged to him if he tried harder later.

As Chris had expected, Mordred kept staring at him, and whenever the two of them were about to collide, they would turn to look out the window again. Don't be too cute.

Chris doesn't know why a man, a man who is also an athlete, makes him feel cute, and he probably won't say anything harsh to this little guy in his life.

Chris was not slow, and he arrived at Mordred's house soon.

Pushing open the car door, Mordred took two steps, then suddenly turned to Kerry and said, "Wait!"

Chris showed a planned smile in a place where the other party couldn't see, and when he turned his head, his face was still expressionless, and there was a touch of expectation in his eyes.

Mordred lowered his head and grumbled, took out a box from his pocket, and opened it to find a very simple necklace with a letter C on it.

Mordred leaned over to help him put on the necklace. Chris stared at his fair neck and his mind went blank. The tip of his nose could vaguely smell a faint citrus fragrance, which was very gentle and gave a warm feeling, but it was not the same as his age. too match.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that he said that he likes the blue Mediterranean perfume very much, and he has never noticed it before. Suddenly, he smelled it closely and felt a unique feeling, and something subtle came out of his heart.

"Chris? Chris? Chris!?" Mordred yelled three times, and finally called his soul back.

Chris seemed to be awakened, "Huh? What's wrong."

"Why are you so stupefied all of a sudden? Could it be that I didn't give you a gift and it hit you so hard?" Mordred looked at him suspiciously, and Chris smiled and didn't speak, but the fluctuations in his eyes were not calm.

Mordred coughed a few times, raised his chin slightly with a little arrogance, "I'll forgive you this time, next time you call me a white chicken, I'm really in a hurry with you!"

That weird feeling is revealed from those eyes, making people feel very good just looking at it.

Chris shook his head dotingly, "No, I don't want you to be treated differently again."

Everyone knows that children are not to be spoiled. Once you pet him, he will cock his tail, "You know, I made this letter C by myself. It's a bit less interesting than a professional master. You can't dislike it."

After knowing that the pendant was made by Mordred himself, Chris rubbed the surface "No."

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After Chris returned home, he took off the necklace around his neck and sat on the sofa thinking about his heartbeat at that moment.

He already has children, and he knows too well what it feels like to like and love.

Although the relationship is still a little fuzzy now, he vaguely realized that he really fell in love with Meris, "My God." This realization made Chris pull his hair.

When exactly did he fall in love with this kid? Was it because he was dribbling the ball gracefully on the court, or was he looking like a king in the game, or was it because of his strange appearance when facing himself?

He didn't know how this feeling came about.He was unquestionably straight, at least until he met Merris.

Suddenly discovering this emotion that shouldn't appear, Chris seemed to be back at the age of 15 when he knew that he had a heart problem, and he was equally at a loss and flustered.

"Fuck!" Mini stumbled down the stairs, so frightened that Chris stood up quickly and hugged him.

Chris nodded his little mini nose, and couldn't help but said, "Didn't I tell you not to be frizzy? I forgot again."

"I know I'm wrong, baba, I just miss you so much! Don't be angry with me." The coquettish voice made Chris dazed for a moment.

Usually, Meris acted like a baby with Mourinho in this way, as soft as a piece of toffee.

Wouldn't Mourinho be his father-in-law?Chris, who was frightened by this idea, quickly shook his head, shook out the strange idea in his mind, and faced a madman who protected his calf?That's simply impossible.

"Papa, I miss Brother Melis, when will we go to his house again?" Little Mini clapped his hands with anticipation on his face, it can be seen how much Mini really likes Meris.

Chris, who was thinking deeply, suddenly sat on the sofa with Mini in his arms, and met his son's black eyes, "Tell me, why do you like Brother Melis?"

Mini tilted his head and thought for a long time. He didn't understand why he liked it and why, but because he was asking the question, he still answered seriously: "Because my brother is very good to me, and he is very good at football! Super handsome! Many of my friends like Brother Melis very much."

Mini is still young, talking a bit confused, and the logic is not very clear, but this does not prevent Chris from understanding. He sits on the cos statue on the sofa with Mini in his arms, and makes Mini bite his fingernails with a serious expression.

Touching Chris's shaved jaw, Mini couldn't help but said: "No one would hate Uncle Meris! He is so good! Papa likes Brother Meris too!"

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