football king

In the last 2 minutes of the game, no one could do anything to anyone, and simply started a walk. However, after experiencing the hearty confrontation in the first 3 minutes, the fans were also satisfied.

This game is not in vain!Worth the fare.

After the game, Mourinho originally wanted Chris to face the reporters together, but when he returned to the locker room, he saw him holding his mobile phone with a smirk on his face. After thinking about it, Mourinho took the assistant coach to face the reporters alone.

This group of journalists who suck the bone marrow will never miss the scene of his hands-on action today. If you think about it carefully, it is better to do it yourself.

So Mordred watched a wonderful scene of Mourinho fighting reporters on TV.

"Mr. Mourinho, are you satisfied with today's game?"

"Of course I am satisfied. We can say that we won a big victory with 1:2. Those children have done their best. They deserve praise."

For Mourinho's superficial words, all reporters sneered, it is worthy of praise, you don't bring them out for us to boast?

The reporters were disdainful, but at this time Mourinho was their bread and butter, and the questions they asked were still very gentle.

"May I ask why you only played half of the main players today? Is it like rumors on the Internet that you look down on Betis?"

When Mourinho heard this kind of question, he planned to teach the reporter how to be a man, but the assistant coach dragged him down and said: "Because of the physical problems of the players, most players need to be rotated. This is a normal rotation. After finishing speaking, Mourinho still couldn't hold back his temper, "You have already told the rumors yourself, next time whoever spreads the rumors, you can just ask him, why bother to ask me?"

The interviewed reporter looked embarrassed, but did not speak.

"Excuse me, Mr. Anthony, did you have a dispute with Mr. Mourinho on the sidelines? You even made a move." The Daily Sports News, which usually comes to add trouble, appeared, and this time he learned the lesson.

He wouldn't ask Mourinho stupidly and listen to him defend himself. It's easier to discredit him by asking his opponent about such things.

As a result, Anthony pressed the microphone and replied without changing his face like a novice coach: "Mourinho and I didn't do anything. We just had differences in our views on Meris' education, that's all."

The Daily Sports Daily never expected that this opponent would cover up the facts for Mourinho!Are you still a qualified opponent?You have the worst class ever.

The Daily Sports News, which was eager to dig out the news, was very disappointed with Anthony for a while. When it was about to roll up its sleeves and go on its own, it suddenly heard Anthony broke a big news.

"I don't agree with Mourinho's training method for Meris. He is too soft. Meris is not a star who can be spoiled from a honeypot. What he needs is external pressure, but have you given him? No, Regardless of whether it is the national team or the club, you treat him like a child, which is a joke."

Anthony criticized Mourinho's training method for Mordred from beginning to end, which can be described as merciless.

Originally, Mourinho was planning to put the slanderous part in the future for the sake of seeing the other party say good things to him, and save some face for Anthony today, but when he heard this... huh, face?No lining is left for you.

"Excuse me, do you know Melis? Have you met Melis? Melis treats me like a father, but I have never heard him talk about you. I don't know where you come from to point fingers at Melis?"

Mourinho's arrogance has already spread to Anthony's table, and he almost said on his face, "Speak to my apprentice, are you worthy?"How many do you have. '

The sharpness of the language made Anthony tremble all over, wishing he could unscrew the bottle of water in front of him and splash it on his face.

In terms of seniority, I am a head taller than him. When he taught Meris to play football, you don't know where to pile up sand in the corner!

But does anyone believe what he said?No one believed it.

Who would have thought that after a lifetime of rebirth, he would still meet his troublesome apprentice!And this troublesome apprentice found another coach before he came, look at the white hair, look at the tortoise-like tactics!

Even the most important iron and blood are lost!I know nothing all day long.

The two of them quarreled again because of the matter of Melis. They quarreled, and the happiest thing was that these reporters were almost blurred with the shutter.

Since the press conference of this game was broadcast live, the people who watched the live broadcast were also blown up.

To say who is the most explosive, it is the Real Madrid fans who are the most suffocating. Anthony's intimacy with Mordred exudes from the bones, which makes Real Madrid fans feel a sense of crisis.

After all, their future stars are very lively, but at most they are just a first-tier star, and there are no transfer rumors. These fans don't have any sense of crisis at all, they just know that they are silly and waiting for their little beets to come out. , Who knew that a coach would come out halfway at this time!Also openly accused Mourinho.

Spray him for not explaining.

"I didn't expect you Betis to be so shameless. In order to grab our little beets, the head coach even sold gloves, right? Our future star probably has never seen that Anthony side. How dare you put gold on your face? .”

"Pfft, I checked this coach named Anthony just now, and he hasn't even played football before! He dared to speak out against Mourinho. I really don't know how to be surprised."

"Mourinho, show your ability, spray this shameless third-rate coach home, and let him know that he is still too weak hahaha."

Although there are many Real Madrid fans, there are also many enemies who cannot hold back.

Atletico Madrid cousins ​​and Barcelona fans all rolled up their sleeves, picked up their keyboards and prepared to fight them all night long.

"I think what Anthony said is right. Mourinho's ability is not good enough. Meris will be abandoned sooner or later in his hands. I suggest sending him to Barcelona for further training and feeling the warmth of home."

The spirit of this Barcelona fan who is not afraid of death has given a bunch of Real Madrid fans a new vent.

The slightly weaker cousin spoke more tactfully, "This Anthony can be the Betis coach, he must have his excellence, Mourinho's words can't be trusted, so Merris, you might as well let him play in another place." , it’s Madrid anyway.”

"Our little beet is playing well in Real Madrid, don't try to poach our beet! Fuck you, it doesn't matter how much money you give, anyway, we lack everything at the Bernabéu but we don't lack money!"

The Real Madrid fans all made contemptuous gestures towards the cousin fans, and their every move was domineering.

Arsenal fans, who have been poor all the year round, expressed their real-name envy for this, and sang the hymn of Kroenke nmsl.

At this time, Mordred, who was sitting on the sofa teasing the dog, was as stiff as plaster, and the corners of his mouth drooped unnaturally, looking very weird, "I must have not woken up, otherwise why did I hear What about the old man's famous sentence?"

Mordred touched the wall and returned to the house, covered the quilt and closed his eyes to sleep, feeling unnatural to this world for the first time.

I don't know if it was because he was too exhausted, but he just fell asleep in a daze.

"You are a monster! There is no way you are as tall as 14 years old."

"That's right, Aunt Mary still prefers him."

"Garbage that was returned!"

Mordred watched the bullying from a third-person perspective, floating in the sky, and he felt very familiar seeing this scene.

He wanted to go down to stop it, but found that he couldn't move at all. Before he could study it thoroughly, he found that the bullying below had become completely different.

The bullied child picked up a stone and threw it at one of them, causing a group of children to disperse in fright.

At this time, the child who was beaten showed his full face, and when he took a closer look, he realized that the one who was crushed and beaten by a group of older children just now was not himself when he was a child?

The scarred little Meris reached out to wipe the blood from the corners of his eyes, his eyes gleamed with unruly light, he held a stone in his hand and said to the group of older children: "I am not a monster! Let me see, you are The ugliest monster, I was returned but none of you were taken back!"

At the age of 14, he held his head high. He was much taller than ordinary children. He looked like he was holding a stone in his hand with blood on his head.

"Sooner or later I'll have everyone cheering for me, and you'll just rot away in the corner!"

The stone in her hand was thrown to the ground by little Meris, and she was discovered by the director of the orphanage, Aunt Mary, before taking two steps.

"Meris! You're injured!" Aunt Mary carefully inspected his wound, and the pain on her face was not fake.

The man in black standing behind Aunt Mary stretched out his hands to applaud what Little Meris did, and he walked slowly to Little Meris, knelt down and said something.

Mordred, who was floating in the sky, could no longer hear him, and suddenly a white light enveloped him.

When the picture appeared in front of him again, he was 16 years old and officially entered the first team. It was a nightmare day.

"Get up! How can I vouch for the higher-ups with you like this!"

"Yes, sir."

He didn't need to look, he could still think of those hard days when he closed his eyes.

"Don't be polite to me! Give me a hard kick! Only when you know the pain will you know what to do when you face all kinds of dirty tricks on the court!"

"Understood, coach."

The young self fell down again and again at the feet of all the defenders in the team, stood up again and again with his teeth bared, and was kicked to the ground again before he could stand still.

The blue and purple scars on his body did not make the young man give up, and he smiled every time he stood up, but this smile was full of provocation, as if telling these guards that their strength was too light.

Mordred, who was floating in the sky, covered his face with his hands. Did he deserve a beating when he was young?

Facts have proved that there is indeed, from the orphanage just now to now is what he has experienced.

The white light flashed again, and the time came to dusk.

The defenders who practiced with him all left, and the gentleman pulled up little Meris, who grinned in pain, "It hurts, it hurts! Please be gentle, sir."

"Your football talent is rare in a hundred years, but you don't practice well. If you don't push you, you will never play seriously." The husband said coldly while helping him pat the dust off his body.

Little Meris pouted, obviously upset, "I want to eat something delicious when I get home."

"Have you forgotten what you can only eat now?"

"I know, I know! Mister is the most annoying thing." Little Meris strode forward, shifting his head slightly to see if the coach behind him followed him, and found the coach watching him with a smile, and turned his head away again hastily.

Mordred stretched out his hand to cover his chest, he could only feel that the position was empty, and his eyes were a little sour.

sir... sir...

There was another white light, and it was still the training ground. Little Meris was already there, with a [-]-jin sandbag tied behind him, dragging the sandbag and running forward non-stop.

In the past two years, little Meris has seen too many things go wrong, and the husband used thunderous means to cleanse a group of players, and the ones picked out were all young people in their [-]s and [-]s.

Meris can be said to be the most experienced person here, and he has been given absolute rights by his husband.

The gentleman with fluttering brown hair that year shouted, "Assemble!"

Everyone quickly lined up and stood in front of the coach.

"I think you should all know that yesterday your captain was injured in training, and tomorrow you will face your rival! I will temporarily hand over the captain's team badge to Meris. Do you have any objections?"

The newly promoted young people naturally didn't dare to refute the coach's words, so the shackles of half a lifetime were imprisoned around his neck.

At that time, he was still complacent, and had no idea what the future would become.

Mordred looked at the team logo complicatedly, feeling that all this was so far away from him, as if it happened yesterday.

"Meris, wear this captain's logo, and you will no longer be fighting for yourself." Mr.'s ethereal voice filled his ears, "You want to bring victory to this team, looking at the group of players who are younger than you Young man, you bear their expectations, don't let them down, don't let me down, give me the victory, is it okay as before?"

"Of course sir, who am I? I'm your most trusted Meris." The young Meris replied, patting his chest.

He lived up to the expectations of his husband. On the second day, his first debut as the captain ended perfectly. The absolute advantage of 5:0 kicked the mortal enemy out of fighting spirit.

It was also from that day that his original captain announced his retirement. He declared that his body could not support him to run on the green field. At that time, he actually believed it and expressed his regret to the captain triumphantly.

Mordred squatted down in the sky, he didn't want to watch any more.

But there are always people who are contrary to his will. He just watched himself stepping to the top step by step and being praised by everyone. He became the darling of the football world, the elf of the football world, and the team under his leadership Never lost.

All the clubs waved a lot of money, hoping to dig him into their own clubs, but he rejected them all, because he belonged to Mr. Meris alone.

He was cultivated by Mr. alone, so how could he betray Mr.?

In this way, the football world fell into a kind of madness called Meris, it seemed that as long as what he said was right, as long as what he did was right.

He won all the awards by himself, international, club or personal, and he was soft-handed.

He criticized some old seniors without shame. He trained like a lunatic and played football to bring the team to the highest peak.

Mordred squatted there, desperately trying to break free from the shackles to stop himself, but his body remained motionless.

"Don't go on...don't go on." Mordred struggled to say a few words and even cried, he didn't understand why he had to recall this incident.

The mistakes he made before, why let him see it again.

Originally, he should have been so arrogant all his life, until one day————

"Meris! Melis! Melis!" The cheers of the crowd made Meris hold his head high. He proudly waved to the fans who supported him, and said in the pre-match interview: "I don't think they will beat Me, who made me a 'conqueror'? They will know the difference between a king and an ordinary man."

Arrogant, domineering himself.

Mordred wanted to cover his eyes with his hands, but he was still watching this scene like a masochist.

He was only 24 years old this year, and he was promoted to the altar by everyone.

The poor opponents have no cards, and even their fans can only shrink in a corner and watch their favorite players, and listen to the cynicism of the Meris fans.

"They are really masochists. Obviously they only need to support Meris. He can bring us more victories, but they have to support these small teams~"

"That's right. If you like football, you should like Meris? Otherwise, what's the point?"

The game started, and there was still no suspense.

Meris won, he won no differently than usual, there is nothing to say about the 0:3 away victory.

Except for one person, just when Melis was bored, a black guy came to him with his jersey, this is the opposite center.

"I'm your fan, can you sign for me?"

In a defiant manner, he humiliated the fan and threw his jersey into the trash can.

Mr. warned him, "Meris, I appreciate your attitude of overlooking everything, but you are out of line now."

"Hey sir, it's too much! I'm not that over the top, I'm just in a bad mood." Merris picked up a bottle of red wine and put it in front of the husband, his expression full of disdain.

He believes that the husband will not go on, because he is Meris who is pursued by thousands of people.

Sure enough, Mr. didn't say any more, just took a sip of water and left, "You are not like you, Meris."

Melis didn't argue with her husband, but calmly shook the wine glass.

Mordred knew that that day was getting closer, and he looked at everything with a wry smile.

Three months later, they played another match, this time at home to Meris.

His opponents were even worse, and even his supporters were gone.

In the last 10 minutes of the game, all opponents were downcast, because they knew that they could not beat Meris at all, and they had no will.

Just when Melis was about to score the last goal, suddenly there was a sharp pain in his leg, his leg twisted unnaturally, and then a foot kicked at the back of his head.

He couldn't even make a sound, and fell directly to the ground. His hair was wet with sweat in the blink of an eye, and his expression was twisted ferociously. It took nearly a minute for him to recover his voice and hearing.

"Meris!" "Captain!" He shouted again and again, which was twisted and hallucinated in Melis' ears.

Melis barely opened his eyes, sweat and tears mixed together, and the whole stadium was in chaos.

Mr. ran onto the field without hesitation, and the fans danced like demons in front of Melis, whose vision was blurred.

He couldn't hear what his teammates were saying around him.

Mordred was in the third-person perspective, and could see the whole chaos more clearly. Tears finally couldn't help falling down. It was obviously not his pain, but he could feel the pain like a tarsal maggot, entangled again on him.

The one who kicked him was none other than the black fans who were severely humiliated by him that day.

Mr. rushed to the front, stroked his cheek, and could clearly see his trembling lips, "It's okay, it will be fine."

The husband has always treated him like a strict father, and he will become the strongest person after being beaten the most.

Melis was sent to the hospital, and the black fan who kicked had his legs removed, making it impossible for him to set foot on the pitch for the rest of his life. It was finally found out that it was done by football hooligans.

But all of this was useless, and so was Melis, he couldn't even stand up.

This made the proud Meris couldn't believe it. He desperately wanted to get up, but what he got was a heavy fall on the ground.

He became a disabled person, a disabled person who not only could not play football but even had difficulty standing.

Even if he got angry, he could only get angry in the air, and no one came to see him.

Either erupt in silence or die in silence, Merris chose the former.

The team is going to the finals soon, and the husband and his teammates are all so busy that no one cares about him.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, he actively cooperated with the doctor to rehabilitate desperately. Sometimes he bit the quilt in the middle of the night in pain, but he persisted.

But the mental state of the team is completely opposite to his. The whole team was assembled by Mr. little by little for Melis, a team with Melis as the soul and Melis as the skeleton, but without Melis. The team broke up completely, and it was a mess.

In the final, the ever-victorious general was kicked 5:0, and everyone blamed them.

It is said that they have failed Meris, and without Meris they are a mess.

The media began to mourn frantically, as if Merris had passed away.

It rained very hard that night, and the sound of the wind mixed with the sound of the rain hitting the glass made people shudder just listening to it.

It was such a weather that my husband came to the hospital in the heavy rain, and the black coat that had not changed for thousands of years was dripping wet.

Meris sat up in surprise, "Sir, why did you come here like this? Wipe it off quickly!" As he spoke, he wiped the rainwater off his face with the quilt covering his body.

After rubbing and rubbing, he found that his husband was much older, his hair was also gray, and his wrinkles appeared.

It is no longer the gentleman who squatted down and talked to him gently.

"Meris...we lost." The gentleman said dejectedly, his expression dark and unclear.

Meris, who had experienced a broken leg and stood up again, was much less arrogant and more gentle.

"Sir, I can't blame you. Those children haven't experienced that. You let them suddenly shoulder the burden. This is destined to be impossible."

"But you took it! The moment I handed you the team logo!" The gentleman raised his head suddenly, with a ferocious expression as if he was about to eat people, and then calmed down slowly, "You not only supported the whole team to run, but also Whoever waved a check to you, you ignored it, you are the soul of this team."

"Sir... I plan to return to the green field, no longer as a player, but as your assistant coach. No one knows their abilities better than me. I believe that the club will rise again with our efforts. .”

The author has something to say:

This chapter didn't write the feeling I wanted, I changed it and deleted it, deleted it and changed it again... This is the final product, and it's still not satisfactory. I hope you can like it.