football king

"Can I not know that Real Madrid is playing against the opponent now? I asked you to analyze the situation. Fortunately, Mr. always said that you have a high golf quotient. Is your golf quotient directly proportional to your IQ?" Ozil looked at Mo Mo with disdain. Dredd glanced at it, and said something that was obviously unreasonable, and he just said it very imposingly.

Mordred finally failed to speak to him, but raised his hands in surrender.

In fact, there is nothing to say about this game. Kaka's comeback game seems to be going all out. Even if his teammates don't want to fight Spain to the death, they have no choice but to cooperate.

And... Kaka used too much force, as if he wanted to prove something to someone. His pure white No. [-] jersey was floating all over the field throughout the game. Even if he couldn't read the ball, he could understand that Kaka played in this game. how much force.

Thinking of this, Mordred's thoughts suddenly stopped, and he suddenly turned his head to look at Mourinho next to him.

Mr. Madman stroked his chin, and didn't give Mordred any eyes at all, his expression was serious and serious.Mordred's heart sank slowly, and he turned his head to look at the figure who was fighting hard on the field. His throat seemed to be stuffed with stones, making him a little out of breath.

Mordred didn’t realize that he forgot to breathe until he had a faint pain in his chest. He looked at Kaka on the court and could only comfort himself. It’s normal to be on and off the court. It’s a new thing to stay in a club for a long time for a lifetime. , and based on Kaka's current state, even if he is sold, he must be a first-class star on loan, and Real Madrid will definitely regret it!

Since Mordred had that idea, his thoughts have grown wildly.

Kaka is another kind of friend that is different from Chris. Kaka always looks like an elder when facing him, telling things he doesn't know with a gentle smile, joking with him from time to time, without putting on airs.

In his previous life, he would definitely rely on him without a doubt, just like he relies on Mourinho now.

Ozil, who was sitting next to him, noticed something wrong with his expression, and his heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly thought of what Stupid Ma had said to him, so he stretched out his hand and poked him, "You just stop talking. "

After being pushed, Mordred suddenly came back to his senses, and immediately withdrew the originally exposed emotions, "Ah? Is that so? I was fascinated by the exciting games."

Ozil: ...Even if you want to put me off, please find a good excuse. Apart from Kaka's brilliant appearance, this game is drowsy. You actually said that you were fascinated by watching such a game?

But Özil, who should cooperate with others in acting, still has to play professionally, "Really? I think he played very well, especially the Spaniard in this game."

Mordred, who was a little embarrassed because of his nonsense, was relieved in an instant after being passed the steps by Ozil.

"Yeah, the Spaniard was very stubborn in this game. Although his feet were a little dirty, most of the yellow cards were tactical fouls, but his strength was still a bit worse than that of Real Madrid. If you look carefully, you can understand that the few players on the pitch are not good at all. Do your best, this is not releasing water, this is called flood discharge." Mordred suppressed his guess to the bottom of his heart and continued to explain the game.

Kaka on the field didn't know that there was such a person in the audience who was worried about him. After running long distances again and again, Kaka felt a dull pain in his waist pulled by his thigh. He couldn't be sure whether it was a problem in his heart or the body itself was giving him pain.

Standing on this field, Kaka only understands one thing.

Bring back the win.

Chris glanced at Kaka, sighed lightly and silently increased his speed, no longer the kind of flood discharge kick.

Kaka, whose pressure suddenly eased, didn't even have to look back and gave Chris a thumbs up. Chris immediately understood what he wanted to do, smiled at the opposite center back, and the black spirit under his feet turned between his two feet Turn around and turn back.

And the central defender was deceived in this way, his body moved almost at the same time as Chris, and it was too late for Chris to take it back.

Mordred shook his head, only guessing what happened next.

Chris will undoubtedly pass it to Kaka. Once Kaka runs, the speed of the Son of God will make everyone doubt life.

Sure enough, Chris passed the ball to Kaka in the next second, and Mordred closed his eyes and stopped watching.

"Hey, the Spaniard's performance has never been very good. When will they be like Atletico Madrid?" Master Pei, who was sitting on Mordred's left, suddenly opened his eyes in fright.

Don't blame him for fussing, it's really because Master Pei didn't participate in the topic between the two of them from the beginning to the end, and this time he suddenly spoke like a thunderbolt.

Master Pei, who was sitting on the side, glanced at him casually, as if to say: young people are young people, so make a fuss.

Mordred touched the bridge of his nose and could only recognize it, but he was even more curious about the meaning of Master Pei's words.

"Why make the Spaniards like Atletico Madrid?" Mordred upholds the good quality of asking when he doesn't understand, and successfully attracted the attention of Master Pei, as well as the curious Ozil.

"If the Spaniards have the strength of Atletico Madrid, they will definitely kill Barcelona. Even if they can't beat them and disgust them, they will be enough. It will save the Barcelona guys from being arrogant." Master Pei looked at the Spaniards in front of him with some regret. , Now they are not qualified to cause trouble for Barcelona.

If you like the Spaniard in Barcelona, ​​you will be rejected, because there is only one team in Barcelona, ​​and that is Barcelona, ​​and there is only one football king Messi.

The smoother Barcelona is, the more the Spaniard fans will hate them. They are the ones who dream that the home team can beat Barcelona.

The more I think about Master Pei, the more regrettable I feel, "Hey, it's a pity that the Spaniard's top management has not done anything these years. The signings are a mess, and the coach's command is also a piece of shit."

Mordred finally saw their resentment towards Barcelona, ​​and the corners of his mouth that were originally raised froze, "Hehehe, yes, the Spaniards are not too strong now."

"If it weren't for the fact that he can still disgust Barcelona, ​​he would have kicked him 5-0 a long time ago, and this kind of battle is still needed." Pepe glanced at the field as he spoke. It seemed that everyone was running, but in fact It's useless.

Mordred sighed softly, wondering if it was his illusion.

All Real Madrid players pay extraordinary attention to Barcelona. It's okay for some players in the national team to be teammates, but for those who are not teammates, it's simply not pleasing to the eye from head to toe.

I can't wait to tell the reporters all over the world that they hate Barcelona, ​​they hate Barcelona to death.

On the other hand, under the leadership of Guashuai, Barcelona's beautiful words are one after another, and no one can say that Barcelona is not good.

Mordred felt more and more that he was using a villain script, including the entire Real Madrid as a villain template.

But it's hard to say whether the ending will be the villain's ending.

With the whistle at the end of halftime, Kaka did not choose to leave, but silently watched the home stands, his not slender shoulders looked even more stalwart under the sunlight.

Fans who originally planned to get up and drink something to go to the toilet, saw Kaka like this, as if his feet had taken root, and he didn't move.

They once complained when Real Madrid was in a trough, why the footballer they bought at a high price was useless at all and suffered frequent injuries. Is their favorite Real Madrid a high-end nursing home in his eyes?

Especially after the Barcelona 11-5 Real Madrid in 0, they became more and more entangled with this high-priced glass man, but because of Kaka's character, they couldn't sit in the home stands and boo him.

At this time, these fans looked at the Brazilian footballer with red eyes, looked at his innocent smile, and even a group of big men couldn't help crying when they saw this scene, until they heard the phrase "Come on Madrid!"

These fans couldn't bear it any longer, raised their scarves with the Real Madrid logo on them and shouted loudly, "Come on Madrid!"

Tens of thousands of people shouted together, and the sound sounded like waves in the pure white Bernabéu, and the occasional white doves in the sky added warmth to the picture.

Back in the locker room, Mordred squatted down to check Kaka's leg problems. Kaka worked too hard in the first half, and he was worried that such strenuous exercise would make Kaka uncomfortable.

Facts proved that he was overthinking, "Ricciardo, your legs are recovering very well. After running for so long in the first half this time, the condition of your legs is almost the same as when you first played."

Kaka's lowered eyes were dimmed for a moment, and then he regained the tenderness of the Son of God.

"In this way, I am relieved, and I am afraid that you will waste such a long time of treatment." Kaka joked, and her expression became serious, "Thank you."

Mordred squirmed his lips and wanted to make a joke to pass the solemn atmosphere, but was stopped by Kaka. He shook his head gently and said with a smile: "If God pulled me out of the abyss last time, then This time it's you."

"If it wasn't for you, my football career would only last more than ten years, or even ten years. Don't refuse my thanks. After all, I doubted you at the beginning." Kaka patted Mo Dred shoulder.

Mordred watched him for a long time, and finally relieved the weight on his shoulders.

"I'm really afraid of you, there is nothing to thank you and me." Mordred said helplessly, but the next second his weirdness returned to him, "But Kaka, what did you just say? Do you doubt past me?"

Kaka tilted his head with a dazed expression, "Hmmm, did I say that?" That acting suggestion could directly award him an Oscar.

After the two talked, they couldn't help laughing at each other.

Kaka pressed the back of his head against the wall, feeling indescribably happy. This was the first time he was so relaxed in nearly a year.

There is no injury to remind him that it is time to retire, no fans to blame, no heavy responsibility.

Even if Kaka knows that he will carry it all over again as soon as he walks on the court, at least at this moment...he is relaxed.

Kaka couldn't help repeating in her heart, thank you, Meris.

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I must let Melis fill all my regrets.