football king

I don't know if it's good or bad, after being tossed around like this for a whole day, Mordred, who was still a little unconvinced, swore that he would never be photographed by a tabloid reporter again in his life, otherwise...even the damn thing None of them pass.

Fortunately, he is still young, and at the age of 18, he can not be tired of dealing with those things.

When he woke up the next morning, Mordred glanced at himself in the mirror with dark circles under his eyes that were comparable to giant pandas, and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

Especially Chris who dropped by to pick him up didn't miss the chance to taunt him, "Hahahaha, it's definitely not inappropriate for you to go to the zoo to play a giant panda now."

Mordred opened the car door, rolled his eyes and ignored him, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Chris knew that he didn't sleep well yesterday, the speed of the car slowed down a lot, the original rock song was switched to light music, the music was melodious but would not disturb Mordred.

So Chris looks big and naive, but he is actually very delicate.The corners of Mordred's mouth curled up slightly, and he rubbed against the leather of the car seat.

Of course, he stared at the dark circles under his eyes and Mourinho would inevitably focus on him, but the husband still saved him face and did not mention him in front of everyone.

It’s just that the knife-like eyes made Mordred’s nerves tense. In fact, he doesn’t have to be afraid. Mr. punishing the players is just a warning from the second-tier team, a warning from the bench, and the worst thing you can do is scold you in front of reporters. a meal.

The mistakes he is making now are not enough to be brought up separately, but Mourinho's vague and metaphorical look at you really makes Mordred's back feel hairy.

Mourinho said coldly about the squad for tomorrow's home game against the Spaniard. Mordred was on the list but he didn't start.

Mordred sensed his recent state and felt that it was no problem to start.

But he can’t refute Mourinho. He can confidently ask Mr. to start once, twice, but absolutely not three times, because Mr. is the most special one. Once he breaks the most special label, Mr. will be in charge of the locker room It's not that simple anymore.

He can ask for a starter from his husband, and so can others, and when everyone thinks they can get a starter from him, he is much more guilty.

The locker room of the giants is the most difficult to manage, because they will be the top card if they pick any one out, so it is a test of the coaching ability of the coach. The most obvious is the Blues Chelsea. It is not a problem to change three coaches a year.

I think Mourinho won two Premier League titles, one FA Cup and one Community Shield from there in three years. It can be said that he made great contributions to Chelsea, but Chelsea’s internal aging is too serious, and many people hold The high salary does not work. When the husband wanted to clean up some personnel, he was rebelled by the players and started the show directly. Those few games can be said to be terrible.

In this way, Mourinho lost his job at Chelsea, chose Serie A, and achieved the Triple Crown.

Mr.'s ability is one of the top and the other is good, but Naihe's method of managing the locker room is too extreme. Although he doesn't mind this kind of devil training, it doesn't mean that his teammates don't mind.

Therefore, as a player carefully cultivated by Mr. Wang, he is the last thing he can do to disrupt the stage by relying on Mr. Wang's favor.

"Okay, that's all I want to explain, let's start training now." As soon as Mourinho finished speaking, a pair of slightly slender arms suddenly stretched out in front of Mordred, and his neck was almost strangled by him. Come.

Mordred patted Ozil's arm and said loudly: "Release me!!"

"Don't be so unfeeling, let's train together." Ozil's voice came from behind, and Mordred slid out of his arms like a fish while his arms were loose, clutching his chest Looking at Ozil's innocent face.

"Do you want to murder me because of my talent?"

Mordred stared at the opponent, but Ozil looked at him with innocent eyes, and finally Mordred was defeated.

Mordred lowered his head and rubbed his dry eyes, muttering, "How did you keep your eyes open for such a long time?"

Ozil walked to Mordred's side, but this time he didn't make any moves, "Do you believe me when I say talent? Brother."

"I believed in your evil." Mordred rolled his eyes, although his mouth was tough, he was finally moved by Ozil and trained with him.

Before training, Mordred glanced at Kaka and Chris. Kaka helped Chris press his legs, and Chris was doing sit-ups.

The two talked and laughed with relaxed expressions, but Chris didn't look in his direction the whole time.

Damn, what's the matter with being a little upset all of a sudden?But forget it, I have eaten my mouthful of candy today.

Mordred complained inwardly, and said to Ozil: "Does the training method really work? Why do you train for so long and still look like a little chicken?"

Ozil, who has been dragged down by his physique, stared even wider. Before he could speak to condemn him, he saw Mordred covering his mouth with his hand, a pair of sea-blue eyes flashing with a sly look, "Sorry, I don't want to You should tell the truth."

Ozil was so angry that he took a few deep breaths, then, relying on his 1.8 meters tall, reached out and rubbed the soft little golden hair, and said meanly: "Don't care about the little brat."

Mordred curled his lips, childish or not!

When they were arguing, Kaka and Chris chatted very happily in the distance, "I was worried that Mourinho would scold him today, but I didn't expect him to be let go so easily." Chris was doing sit-ups Sitting, while talking, the breath is not disturbed at all.

The whole of Real Madrid knew that the two Portuguese didn't like each other. Kaka said helplessly: "Sir, he is not that kind of person, and he can make jokes. You have too much prejudice against him."

Chris's expression was a little subtle, "Hey, you are almost out of the starting lineup under him, and you still speak for him?"

"I can't play because of my own physical problems, and it has nothing to do with my husband, so don't blame me." Kaka was helpless with Chris's character, knowing that the two Portuguese stubborn heads were too similar, and changed the subject decisively. Because the discussion on this topic is destined to be fruitless.

"By the way, yesterday you said to ask Melis about what happened. How did it turn out? I saw that you two came together in the morning, talking and laughing."

When Mordred was mentioned, Chris' expression froze.

Kaka originally thought that the two of them were already complete, but Chris's expression exceeded his expectations.

"Hey, don't tell me that you went there yesterday and didn't do anything?"

Chris's expression continued to be stiff, and he even stopped doing sit-ups.

Kaka guessed what happened yesterday just by looking at his expression, and covered his face with his hand, "Oh my God! I've never seen anyone like you, can you forget what you went there for?"

"Hey, Chris, think about how you flirted with those women back then. This kind of thing should be interlinked." Kaka, a Christian, was forced by Chris to say such words.

In fact, rather than the two of them getting together, Ricardo wanted both of them to find a gentle and kind wife, just like his lover Caroline, but ever since Chris confessed to him that day, he Just know that this relationship belonging to two people can only be resolved by the two of them.

But he never expected that the playboy who had been reported by the newspaper would be so... jerky in the face of Meris?Kaka didn't know whether he used the right adjective, but he really didn't have any other words to describe Chris like this.

"Ricardo, I suspect that our relationship has returned to what it was before the confession..." Chris, who had been stiff for a long time, suddenly said this to Kaka.

Kaka frowned and felt that things were not that simple, so the two chatted like this.

Under the sunshine, the two good-looking football stars shone brightly, as if they were a pair made by nature, and their painting styles stood together in harmony.

Mordred looked down at his slightly thin figure, he was sore!This lemon essence is definitely for him!

Mordred, who was practicing running back and forth with Ozil, soured himself while eating CP food.

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For lunch, Mordred brought a plate of boiled chicken, freshly squeezed apple juice, two slices of bread, and a piece of cod, which looked very rich.

He sat across from Ozil, looked at the plate that was indistinguishable from his own, and couldn't help saying, "I hope I can get the same figure as Chris after two years of training. He was the same type as me back then, but now How to become black and strong!"

Ozil took a sip of apple juice with difficulty, "I hope, Mr. Ferguson should be similar to Ferguson..."

Just as they were talking about Zhenghuan, Master Shui suddenly sat over and hit the two daydreamers without leaving a trace, "It's just that you two are small, and you can practice like Kaka in three years. Chris, you can only hope." And sighed."

As a defender, Master Shui has to lament how well Chris maintains his figure. After all, not everyone can spend years like this, and the nickname robot is not adulterated at all for him.

People with his talent may appear frequently, but people with his willpower... Ramos has only seen him.

Ramos was a little distracted, and when he recovered, he found that his mouth was covered with both hands at the same time, "Master Shui, you can be yourself! We know it's impossible, don't you even let us have daydreams?"

Guoshen, who had also finished the training, was holding a dinner plate, seeing that it was very lively here, and came over directly, "Hey, what are you talking about? Add me?"

"Hey! We are talking about quantum mechanics, are you coming too?" Mordred raised his head and asked with a smile, but Benzema stopped him.

? ? ?What are they doing playing football and talking about quantum mechanics?Playing football is so advanced these days?

The stupid horse didn't consider Mordred's casual words about his situation at all, and sat on a chair while eating and thinking about quantum mechanics.

Benzema was muttering about quantum mechanics, which just happened to be heard by Varane who was passing by. The central defender who had just arrived at Real Madrid suddenly lit up, and he couldn't find an opportunity to integrate into the dressing room. Unexpectedly, they touched his most familiar "Is this quantum mechanics? I understand a little bit, want to talk?"

Just like this one after another, the table of Ozil and Mordred was full of people in a short while, opening their mouths about the microcosmic system and shutting up about the Bohr theory.

Those who know know that they are football players, and those who don't know think they are a group of scientists studying some proposition.

This is what Kaka and Chris saw when they came to the restaurant for the last time. Mordred was surrounded by the crowd, and some incomprehensible sentences spit out from the mouths of those bullies.

Small Town Boy Chris: Am I in the wrong place?

Elite Education Kaka: Why are you talking about quantum mechanics in a serious way?

The author has something to say:

I feel sorry for a wave of little angels who were led by Xiao Mo to Kapeiluo 2333. Now the situation is that Kaka is standing at Romo cp, and Xiao Mo is standing at Kapeiluo 23333. Let me say that your circle is really chaotic.