football king

The two football superstars ran back all the way, and Mordred's fair face was covered with a blush. He leaned on the wall with one hand while panting, "Hey, I'm better than me."

"Yeah, you're better than me." Chris looked at Mordred dotingly, as if he wanted to look at a miniature.

This made Mordred, who finally found a sense of accomplishment in Chris, couldn't help but pouted, "Don't think I don't know, you didn't run with all your strength just now."

Under the moonlight, Mordred is so conspicuous, with golden hair coated with a layer of light silver light, coupled with that face that can directly participate in the role of an elf, Chris couldn't help walking towards him slowly.

Mordred also felt the different atmosphere in the air, subconsciously took a step back, and it turned out that Chris had already walked in front of him.

Before Chris could speak, he heard Mordred covering his mouth and saying, "Stop! I can probably think of what you want to say! But can you give me a buffer time, or let me break through this window Paper."

Mordred was in a very restless mood. He looked at Chris's wheat-colored skin and those deep and pure eyes, his heart was beating desperately like it was uncontrollable, and told him that all his previous actions were self-deception.

Of course, Chris didn't mind this moment after waiting for such a long time. He watched him quietly and gave him all the initiative.

"I like you." After Mordred finished speaking, there was a strange pause, and then he said: "To be precise, I not only like you, but I may have fallen in love with you."

When the boy's clear confession sounded, Chris's mind was blank at the time. He didn't want to hug Mordred directly, and the expression on his face was almost as bright as writing "I'm very happy" on his face.

"Hey, let me down!" Mordred waved his arms, and he couldn't help shouting because of the weightlessness.

But Chris, who was so excited that he couldn't help himself, acted as if he didn't hear it. He was holding Mordred like a child with his own physical strength, and he didn't feel tired at all.

Mordred regretted it at that moment, just remembering how calm and stable he was usually, how could he forget his usual three-year-old behavior!This star is known as a childlike innocence!In other words, the entire Real Madrid style of painting is strangely heading towards the kindergarten and never returns.

The only thing that can compare with Real Madrid Kindergarten is probably the Bayern Chess Room.

However, he confessed to being caught by the target and turned around. Later, Mordred was ridiculed by the team and said that he would get some red paint on his head directly. How many times has he lifted it up? Sooner or later, he will achieve the achievement of being lifted up by all the staff, and the one that was forced by PS

But these are later stories.

Under the shroud of the moonlight, although Mordred's mood is a little delicate now, but with the person he likes, the mood is definitely different.

The two held hands firmly together, "It's getting late, you should go back."

"Anyway, tomorrow is a holiday, so it doesn't matter if it's a little later." Chris's eyes drifted a little and he didn't know what he was thinking, but Mordred's next sentence made Chris dispel the idea of ​​staying overnight here.

"Little Mini is still waiting for you at home. You are a competent father, so you have to go back to accompany him now. The two of us see each other every day. It doesn't matter if we spend less time together."

I don't know why the smile on the corner of Mordred's mouth looks more and more like a good wife and mother. When he reminded him like this, he suddenly remembered that the miniature at home was still waiting for him.

The nanny took Mini when he was young, and his mother began to take care of the little grandson when he was a little older, but his mother returned to Portugal during this time... Although there is still a nanny at home, it is not because he has forgotten the child Excuse.

Chris, who was deeply influenced by his father since he was a child, fell into condemnation. He glanced at Mordred apologetically and said, "I'll go home to stay with Mini first. Do you want to join me in a show tomorrow?"

Mordred tidied up his somewhat messy clothes, and the corner of his mouth still had that gentle arc, "It's okay, compared to me, of course Mini is more important. If you treat Mini badly, I won't do it alone."

Chris ended up driving home in Mordred's sports car that never started, thanking himself for not drinking.

Mordred looked at the tail of the headlight, and returned to the room in a daze, the gentle smile that had always been on the corner of his mouth disappeared.

He subconsciously took out his cell phone and called his best friend.

"Doyle... I have a lover."

Spain is more than six hours ahead of the United States. Doyle over there just got out of bed to wash his face and brush his teeth and rushed to the base. When he heard such a heavy news, he was so scared that he almost dropped his toothbrush.

"Can you say that again?"

"I'm in love. Just now we established a relationship with each other. You and I are no longer the same breed of dog." Mordred smiled like the second idiot. He was obviously hesitant before, but now after confirming the relationship, he unexpectedly Will be so happy.

Even he himself didn't know that he was so happy.

But speaking of it, they knew each other's feelings long ago, but he has been dodging this feeling until now.

Doyle spit all the foam out of his mouth, and said lazily: "It's not easy, I thought you were going to be single for the rest of your life, I really don't know which beauty is unlucky enough to be your favorite."

To be honest, Doyle himself felt guilty when he said this. In his heart, no matter who falls in love with Mordred, he will take advantage of it. Look at that delicate face!Look at that considerate personality, look at the superb skills and the promising career in the future!It would be a big advantage for any girl to be with him, but as a bad friend, it would be awkward not to say a few words.

It's just that Doyle, who is an idiot fan, never dreamed that his best friend would pick up his idol.

"But you have established a relationship, and you are still hiding it from me! Where is the women's football? It can abduct my little American prince." Doyle took off his nightgown to reveal his strong body, chattering while changing his jersey.

For some reason, Mordred felt guilty, "I can't tell you for the time being, the two of us don't plan to announce it to the public, and when I have time, I will invite you out alone and introduce it solemnly." That is, you must prepare the oxygen machine in advance, otherwise I am afraid that you will Tone back.

Of course Mordred didn't say the latter sentence.

Feeling perfunctory, Doyle muttered in a low voice, "Who is so mysterious. Is it bigger than me?" How many female football stars are there?How many people are more famous than him, the future star of the United States, and can make his Qingmei care so much?Doyle, who used to be with Mordred every day, couldn't help pursing his mouth.

Sorry, much bigger than you.Mordred stretched out his hand to cover his face, and didn't dare to say that at all. Based on his understanding of Doyle, once he said it, he would definitely blow his hair badly.

In the end, Mordred chose to change the subject, "By the way, you are going to the base for training now. Go early and don't be too late to be scolded by the coach. It's not early here, so I went to bed." The phone was hung up on Doyle.

Doyle:? ? ?What time is it now!

I have to say that the phone call to Doyle really eased his sense of unreality.

He's with Chris!The man who is ranked the sexiest every day!with him!

Important things are said twice.

Mordred hummed a ditty and went to sleep with excitement in this way, and there was a sweet smile on the corner of his mouth when he fell asleep.

It's a pity that he didn't wake up naturally the next day, but was grabbed from the bed by his great manager, Mr. Mendes.

"Chris told me that you went to shoot commercials with him today, why did you wake up so late?" Mendes said dissatisfied.

As for Mordred?His expression now looks like this: =A=

Chris you give me back my vacation!I still want to sleep a little longer!

Mordred's incompetent rage did not stop Mendes' atrocities at all. The top agent knew if there was one as soon as he made a move. He didn't give Mordred any chance to refute, and he just dragged him out of the bed and washed it. , and took him to pick up Chris.

Mordred simply dozed off in the co-pilot, and no one could stop him from sleeping!Not even Chris!Sufficient sleep can keep his physique in such good shape.

Mendes looked at the drowsy Mordred in the co-pilot and couldn't help but shook his head. He didn't sign a player, he obviously signed an old man back.

After Chris got in the car, he was taken aback when he saw Mordred sleeping, and then he understood how sleepy he was now when he thought about the time they were finishing up last night.

Instead of waking him up, he sat quietly in the back and asked Mendez to turn up the temperature of the air conditioner to keep him from getting cold.

I don't know why Mendes looked at the two of them and always felt a toothache. He obviously didn't eat sweets.

Mendes, the straight man of steel, still doesn't know what he will face in the future, so he can only say that ignorance is bliss.

Came to the shooting scene, it was Ronaldo's old partner Nike.

The person in charge of Nike's eyes lit up when he saw Mordred coming, and when he was about to say a few words to Mordred, Mendes stopped him indifferently.

Nike looked at the agent helplessly. They have communicated with the other party about Mordred's endorsement many times, but the other party has been unmoved. You must know that the price they offered is definitely beyond the standard of a La Liga rookie.

The person in charge who has been pushed back and forth many times really wants to point his nose at those who say that Mendes is not a vampire. Mordred, who could have been signed at a low price, has at least doubled his value now!This is a businessman through and through.

But Adidas sponsors Real Madrid!When shooting team uniforms, Mordred will also help his opponents to promote invisibly!Really drunk.

Even if Mordred's nerves were thick and he couldn't bear the other party's aggressive gaze, he could stare at him, casually smiled at the person in charge, and then Chris asked the staff to find him a chair and sit outside the shooting scene.

The director looked at the two and couldn't help asking: "The relationship between the two of you is really good, do you shoot together?"

Mordred's nerves tightened, and before he could explain, he heard Chris next to him hug his shoulder, and the other shoulder hit the opponent's chest firmly. Mordred couldn't help but gasp, this guy is an iron man Bar!

"We plan to finish filming the advertisement and come to practice together in the afternoon. We must not leave him at home alone during the holiday, otherwise there is only one end, that is to spend the whole morning with his quilt, and then get up after lunch, Mulini Mr. Ao asked me to supervise him..." Chris couldn't help but glanced sideways at Mordred, and Mordred stared at him viciously.

As if he didn't notice, he turned his head and continued to say to the director, "I'm also doing this to complete the task." After speaking, he raised his eyebrows and looked at Mordred again.

Mordred felt the suspicious gaze cast by the director, and showed his strong acting skills, smiling brightly, just like the little sun in the sky, "I only have this hobby, but since I have Chris, my hobby... ..." Mordred sighed seriously, and said helplessly, "It's gone."

The director from Italy was taken aback by these two people, and thought to himself: As expected of Mourinho, he can't even sleep in during the holidays, no wonder Real Madrid is so strong.

Mourinho: I'm not, I'm not, don't blame me for everything.

Mendes just watched them limping a good director. Others don't understand Mordred, but doesn't he understand Mordred's professionalism?All day long, there is nothing but football in that little head.

Mendes was held back by the person in charge of Nike, saying that he had to talk to him about Mordred's ownership.

Mendes understood the commercial value of Mordred's face, and said to the person in charge with a calm expression: "I hope you can show some sincerity this time, otherwise this will definitely be the last time we discuss Mordred, Adi didn't ask for the price once, and every time it was higher, I didn't agree but it was because of my past affection."

"Hehehe, of course we will show our utmost sincerity every time." The person in charge wiped the sweat from his brow without leaving any traces, and said in his heart: If it weren't for your good eyesight to pick a few such good players, now Will be so arrogant?

But a businessman is a businessman after all, and Mendes was almost riddled with holes in his heart, but he still smiled and dealt with it calmly on the surface.

Mordred didn't care about this commercial undercurrent at all, and sat on the sidelines watching Chris shoot commercials.

I don't know why, watching Chris Mordred in the field suddenly wanted to laugh. Was it so awkward in the eyes of outsiders when filming commercials?He didn't know it before.

In fact, the advertisement that Chris made this time is not complicated. It is nothing more than an interpretation of Chris’s difficulties in growing up. Strong me." The atmosphere was pushed to the climax, and it was in this atmosphere that Chris tied his shoelaces hard, and suddenly looked up at the camera.

As far as this paragraph is concerned, Chris is first-rate both in terms of camera sense and acting tension, but this kind of advertisement without BGM would be a disaster. Mordred just wanted to laugh when he saw it, and he couldn't help but think of him once. Are those advertisements that I filmed so embarrassing?

Mordred, an outsider, didn't think much of it. The director excitedly shouted to Chris: "Okay! It's perfect! Your performance today exceeded my expectations. Next, I just need to shoot pictures of you galloping on the football field. This has always been the case. It's what you do best."

Of course Chris knew that he performed supernormally today, why?Of course it's male instinct, can't help but show the most perfect side in front of your partner.

Thinking of Chris who was in the middle of the field here, he couldn't help looking at Mordred, but Mordred was also looking at him, and the two of them just looked at each other across the busy crowd.

Even though Chris wanted to rush down to give Mordred a hug right now, the next set of shots was about to be shot. The makeup artist outlined some edges and corners for him, and the director brought Chris to the football field. There are several group performers, and they are playing a game of grabbing rings.

Since the scene was outdoors this time, there was no stool for Mordred to sit on. Watching them play with their feet was a little itchy, and I couldn't help but join in.

But as soon as he joined, the lap grabbing game was over, the ball bounced twice and hit one of the feet, and the extra performer who was hit by the ball screamed, "Meris! Is that you? Meris! Am I really not dreaming again?"

The co-star could say what happiness is with his body, he almost jumped up to Mordred and touched him, "My girlfriend likes you so much! She said, as long as I can get your autograph for her Just marry me."

The group performer originally wanted to ask Chris to help him get a Mordred autograph, but he never expected the surprise to come so quickly.

As for the others: Damn, I didn't expect there to be a windfall!Who is this, this is the first face of Madrid!This is the future of Madrid!To sign, to sign.

When Chris finished packing, he saw Mordred with a gentle smile and a happy chat with everyone.

"Bless you, you will have a perfect marriage."

"Really? Are you a fan of Chris? Don't worry, he is a very easy-going person. Just ask him for an autograph, and he will definitely give it to you."

"I am very happy in Real Madrid. Don't listen to the nonsense of those tabloid reporters. Whether it is the husband or other teammates in the team, they take great care of me. It even makes me feel that I should be ten years old instead of eighteen."

Mordred answered everyone's questions, and the tabloid reporters were crying.

Just as Chris was about to step forward to join their conversation, he heard the director shout behind him: "It's time to shoot! Unrelated personnel leave the scene quickly, everyone takes their places!"

Mordred glanced back at the director, smiled apologetically, waved to the others and left the stage, leaving the stage to Chris.

The few people who chatted speculatively with Mordred, although helpless, work is work, and when they are in their positions, they will play their roles well, and act as a background board for panic when Chris is extraordinary.

The last boring performance ended with Chris taking three shots from different angles.

This made Mordred, who had been watching the jokes outside the court, couldn't help squinting his eyes. If he read it right just now... Did Chris rub the ball in a special way?

It seems that the outside of the foot is pressed down, the center of gravity is forward and a little rotation is added, the ball draws an S shape and runs towards the goal, hitting the net with a bang, it looks too exaggerated, even cartoons dare not draw like this!

The Italian director, who is not particularly sensitive to football, yelled ok to Chris, looked at the shot just now repeatedly, and said with more satisfaction: "This shot is simply a combination of strength and beauty! It really deserves that Chris can play Play this kind of ball."

Mordred was the only one present who could see how much luck and strength was needed for that kick just now. Looking at Chris walking forward against the light, Mordred couldn't help clapping his hands.

Those blue eyes, which were perfect under the sun, could only accommodate Chris at this moment.

He just wanted to go up and throw a rainbow fart at Chris, but unfortunately the Italian director beat him one step, ran to blow at Chris, and told Mordred what conquest was in an intuitive way.

After shooting this group of scenes on the green field, Chris took some other miscellaneous shots again, fearing that there would not be enough material for editing.

Chris in front of the camera perfectly demonstrated his male hormones, making women want to scream and men feeling inferior.

I don't know if Xi Tzu is in the eye of the beholder, but he thinks Chris is so handsome no matter from which angle he looks at it.

After all the shots were finally shot in the morning, Chris posted a handsome photo on Twitter according to his usual habit, and he will cooperate with the promotion before the advertisement is about to be released. Rees just relaxed.

After filming an advertisement in one morning, he knew he was tired even without saying anything.

If you want to say who Mendes's favorite star is, it is definitely Cristiano Ronaldo. Seeing that he is so tired, hurry up and drive him home.

In the end, Chris stopped him, "Take me to Melis' house. He discovered a new shooting technique during the shooting just now. Let's discuss it later."

Mordred, who was sitting in the co-pilot, looked back at him with a half-smile, his expression was a bit subtle, and what he had to say was probably, "Aren't you afraid that Mendes will tear you apart?"

Chris, who was seeking wealth in danger, sat obediently behind as if he didn't see Mordred's eyes.

Mendes felt that the two of them were weird, but he didn't stop them, so he sent the two of them to Mordred's house. After knowing the relationship between the two of them, Mendes would have his heart beat to death. .

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Mordred opened the door skillfully, and before he could speak to Chris, he was startled by the shells that suddenly shot out of the room. The dog rubbed against Chris's thick chest muscles like a clingy dog, as if compared to his master. Lai likes Chris more, standing on his hind legs, with two front paws grabbing Chris' waist but he can't go down.

"Dog! Come down for me." Mordred's face was covered with black lines, wishing to bury this dog in place. Whose dog is this!Anyway, he doesn't know.

Chris didn't mind. He took out a bag of dog snacks from his coat pocket and said to Mordred, "It was originally prepared for him, but I didn't expect him to smell it with such a sensitive nose."

After opening the bag of dog snacks, the dog finally stopped holding Chris around his waist.He wagged his tail and ate the dog snacks, and then stepped aside to let Chris pass by. His every move was like a real bandit.

Mordred covered his face with his hands, why didn't he know that his dog had this problem.

"Don't stand at the door, it will be bad if you are photographed by tabloid reporters, who knows what tricks those guys will come up with."

Two people and one dog just entered the house like this, and the topic they talked about was still the same for thousands of years-football.

In fact, whether the two of them have confessed or not, there is no difference at all. The life trajectory of the two is almost the same, and the circle of friends is the same. They see each other every day. The longest time since they met was when Mordred returned to China. In the World Cup qualifiers, Xiao Biesheng was not even given the chance to get married.

When you are familiar with the other party and know what the other party wants to do as soon as you touch your pocket, there is not so much passion at all, and it is more about the long-term flow of old couples.

"You really kicked the ball beautifully today. I can only see that you are using your calf hard, and the inner instep is rubbed out, but I didn't see anything else." Mordred was really curious about how the ball was kicked, so he put himself The analysis told Chris.

Chris, who wanted to show off at first, said that having a technically skilled lover is really distressing and sweet. "This trick is not complete. It is because luck is greater than skill that I can use it today. In fact, you have already said enough about using skills. Eighty-eight, it’s that simple, but unfortunately, this trick requires a very tricky angle to touch the inner instep, so it’s very difficult to use.”

Chris didn't hide anything from Mordred, he just said: "This trick is more than fancy, not enough in actual combat. There is no time on the court to find your touch point, and I have been transforming in the past two years. This kind of fancy move is not suitable for me anymore, but it is also a good choice to choose this move to boost morale when morale is low."

"I really hope to see it on the field one day. Guess what the audience will shout at that time?"

"Cristiano Ronaldo."

When the two looked at each other and smiled, they knew that their ideas had collided.

At the same time in Madrid, Mourinho was writing Mordred's training plan. During this period, his body grew another centimeter taller. For ordinary people, this centimeter can be happy for a long time, but for a Little changes for athletes can affect their future careers.

Originally, Mordred is in good shape now, and his body has been trained to be more agile. Now that he has grown a centimeter taller, Liu can no longer follow the previous plan. Next time against Real Betis, Mordred should also take a rest.

Even if it's just now, it won't be used to death.

Mordred, who was flirting with Chris, had no idea that the next week would be without football.

On March 3, when Real Madrid played away against Huang Jia Betis, Mourinho announced the roster in the locker room. Naturally, some people were happy and some were worried. It is also suitable for Real Madrid's training for Real Betis in the middle and upper reaches.

Ronaldo is still the permanent resident of the starting list this time, followed by Kaka, Pepe and others.

Even those with an insensitive sense of smell can find that Mr. Madman is looking for a suitable lineup, and then this year Xia Chuang will sell off the unwanted people. Whoever is not on the big list at such a critical moment will have a knife hanging on his head.

They usually put in [-] points of effort regardless of training or other things. They don't want to be purged. This is a top club anyway. They prefer to take the initiative in their own hands rather than purging.

What worries me the most is Di Maria, who suffered from constant injuries throughout the 10 and 11 seasons, but this time he is on the roster. Although he is only a substitute and not on the starting roster, it is better than watching others play and touch the bench. less than strong.

As for Mordred without the ball, he is like a salted fish at this time, but he still dare not recommend himself for Mourinho's big plan, but the one with drooping corners of his mouth can hold a bottle of oil.

Seeing Mordred like this, Mourinho can be said to be angry and funny. He really wanted to open his brain to see if it was filled with paste. I've only seen one like this.

"Okay, okay, let's all go back to training now, Melis stays."

As a young sapling carefully cultivated by Mourinho, Mordred was invited by the little black house whenever he had negative emotions.

Mordred is also the only one who is indifferent to Mourinho's dark room. Even if Chris is called to the office, he will be annoyed, because the two same-sex Portuguese are like mirrors, and two equally arrogant people are put together It just happens.

And Mordred, who was beaten and beaten by Mourinho from time to time, and who was shouted every day, has become numb.

The other stars showed a self-seeking expression to Mordred, and then Lao Yan split up.

Mordred: Shit, plastic friendship mixed with plastic love... tsk tsk tsk.

As Mourinho came to the office, Mourinho poured him a glass of white water, and then went straight to the subject without giving Mordred any time to buffer, "Are you dissatisfied with my arrangement?"

Mourinho's question was so clear that Mordred was stunned for a second. After realizing it, he ran to Mourinho's back and squeezed his shoulders, "Sir, aren't you mocking me? Anyone in Real Madrid could do that." I'm not satisfied with your arrangement, but I absolutely can't!" That is to say, Mourinho couldn't turn his head when he held his shoulders, and he could see Mordred's flattering face as long as he turned his head.

Mordred rambled for a long time, and at the end, he confided in his heart and said to Mourinho: "I just want to play football."

"I thought you weren't going to tell the truth, don't worry, sit in front of me and I want to tell you something." The madman has never been able to do anything about this courteous kid.

Mordred obediently sat in front of Mourinho, his voice was almost hoarse from what he had been talking about before, and he just picked up the water glass to moisten his throat when he heard Mourinho say to him: "You should understand, this Xia Chuang Real Madrid is bound to purge some people out, who do you think will be purged."

"Pfft——cough cough cough...cough cough." Mordred, who was drinking like a cow, sprayed all the water out of his mouth. Fortunately, he still remembered to turn his head and spray the water on the ground when spraying, otherwise Mourinho would not have Tore him alive.

But these are not the point. The point is, sir, can you tell me about this kind of thing?Even if everyone now knows that Xia Chuang will be cleaned, you tell me so blatantly, aren't you afraid that I will talk about it everywhere?

It might be that Mordred's expression was too conspicuous, Mourinho couldn't help snorting coldly: "You will fight with me for a long time for a bite, but you will never tell others what I said, I still have that confidence.”

Mordred, who had been seen through, scratched his cheek in embarrassment. He had only had such a hobby in his two lifetimes, and he was always mentioned repeatedly by his husband.

Mourinho said to him as if he didn't see his embarrassment: "I am going to sell Callejon, but the top management wants to clear Ozil because his position overlaps with Kaka, and then It is Di Maria, he has been injured for nearly the whole season, and the senior management is worried that he will become a glass man, so he is also included in the cleaning plan."

Then Mourinho named a few players who didn't have such a good relationship with him. They can be said to be marginal figures of the team, dispensable.

It was Callejon and Ozil that caught Mordred's attention the most.

Callejon transferred from the Spaniard to Real Madrid in the summer window last year. This year, he was cleaned out in the summer window. In just one year, he went from a darling to an outcast... Anyway, for Callejon, this is a kind of insult.

As for Ozil, Mordred really doesn't want him to go. After all, he and Big Eyed Meng have a very good relationship. Among a group of elderly people, the two of them are about the same age and have a lot in common, but compared to Kaka...

Why did God give him such a difficult multiple-choice question!

Seeing Mordred's stupid look, Mourinho couldn't help itching his palms, "Okay, don't wrinkle, your whole face is going to be wrinkled like a bun."

Mordred, who often couldn't grasp the point, raised his head and asked blankly, "Bun? What bun?"

Finally, Mourinho, who couldn't bear it, patted him directly on the head, "Don't let my mind wander when you're talking about business!"

"I didn't..." Mordred retorted weakly, but it was a pity that he was not convincing at all. In Mr. Madman's case, Mordred's reliability broke through the lower limit time and time again.

He ignored Mordred's pity and looked directly at his blue eyes without giving him any chance to dodge, "If you had to choose between Ricardo and Ozil, who would you choose. "

Mordred lowered his head, his blond hair covered his cheeks, and the expression on his face under the shadow was indistinguishable. After about ten seconds, he raised his head, only firmness remained in his eyes, "Ricardo."

People's hearts are always biased. Compared with Ricardo, Big Eyed Meng has a slightly closer relationship with Ricardo. If you really have to choose one of the two... it must be Ricardo.

It's like Mr. is now calling him here to say such secret things, and some marginalized players may not even know that they are purged.

Mourinho showed such an expression as expected, he knew that this kid must be pretending to be stupid!If you don't force him, he will keep pretending to be crazy.

He called Mordred here today, not only because he is his direct disciple, but also because Real Madrid will build a team around this young player who has just turned 18 years old in the next ten years. , completely centered on him.

Just like Ronaldo, whether it is him or the senior management, even Lafayette believes that Mordred can bear this burden.

After teasing the young people, Mourinho finally expressed his thoughts, "I will try to keep Ozil in the team. After all, Ricardo is too old, and he may need a successor? Even if the senior management insists on cleaning him out Ozil, I will try my best to help him leave the team with dignity."

When he said this, Mourinho shrugged his shoulders with a relaxed expression: "After all, Real Madrid has always been the best talker in this regard."

Mordred, who is also aware of Real Madrid's various strange operations, also has a strange expression. Not all clubs are called Real Madrid, and not all clubs are particularly generous when players want to leave, as if they don't want money...

And selling people is not flattering. Every day, fans from all walks of life in La Liga ridicule that it is a big Real Madrid supermarket. It opens as soon as the transfer period comes. It is so rich that people wonder if it is a gold mine under the Bernabeu.

After Mordred finished complaining, he suddenly remembered that he seemed to have been tricked by Mr. Madman just now! "Sir! The top management hasn't decided who to sell, right!?"

"Slow down, do you want to call the entire Bernabéu?" Mourinho saw that Mordred's excitement had slowed down, and said lightly: "If the high-level decision is made, I don't have to tell you here. No, you know that group of people won't change their minds."

Mordred looked at the gray-haired coach in front of him who was still a young coach, and his eyes became moist. He stepped forward and hugged this teacher, coach, and even his father who had a profound influence on his life.

Mourinho was caught off guard by Mordred's sudden attack. After feeling his shirt was a little wet, he sighed and hugged the opponent's weak shoulders.

"You are not just a young player now, you will one day grow to shoulder the entire team, the entire Real Madrid." Mourinho's tone was softer than ever, Mordred treated him like a father, why didn't he put him What about being a son?

Just hearing this, Mordred froze. If he could actually be the captain and lead the entire Real Madrid now, but he doesn't want to be so tired, he is just a genius now. He... still has the right to be willful... At least Let him grow for another two years!Give him two years to adjust, and he will shoulder everyone's expectations.

Mourinho didn't know that he had touched Mordred's heartstrings invisibly, "It's okay, you're a big man now, get up from me first, what do you look like if you can't stand up straight every day!"

Mordred who was pushed away just as he was mentally prepared:? ? ?

But Mordred still understands that Mr. is just arrogant again, although this arrogant is a bit hardcore.

Mordred is not used to