football king

Chapter 85 Post-match interview

Although it was a derby today, the atmosphere was extremely hot, and the fans stopped shouting after they entered the field, but the two teams played fairly cleanly, even without a red card, which is normal in a normal game Both are rare.

Even though there are not so many physical confrontations today, the audience watched it very happily. Perhaps this is the benefit of suppressing first and then rising.

The various losses in the first half minimized the expectations of the fans, and the performance in the second half made the fans restless again.

Even the commentator of Real Madrid couldn't help boasting, "This Atletico Madrid team has really changed. After this game, they didn't give up even until the last second."

Of course, this is why Real Madrid's performance is getting better and better, and there is no need to fight a war of words with Atletico Madrid. If Atletico Madrid is better than Barcelona, ​​the commentator will definitely spare no effort to sarcasm, instead of being deeply moved like now.

This time the derby lost, although the Atletico Madrid fans were heartbroken, they were well prepared.

This season, Real Madrid is in full swing. They have just returned from the middle and lower reaches. They can beat Real Madrid, a galaxy battleship, like this. The lore equalizer is not bad. After careful calculation, only Barcelona can match Real Madrid in La Liga this season.

Rounding them up is Barcelona!

"Turan! Miranda! Adrian!!" The fans did not abandon them because of a game loss. Even when they fell into the middle and lower reaches, this group of fans never wanted to give up on them. Obviously Madrid still has Real Madrid, right? ?

It's better to like Real Madrid than to like them, isn't it?Real Madrid can always bring victory to the fans.

In such a harsh environment, these fans still chose Real Madrid, which is not strong.

Mordred looked at the tearful faces of the Atletico Madrid fans, and for some reason his heart softened.

"Don't look, they have their fans, and we also have ours. Sir, he asked you to attend the press conference by name." Marcelo put his arms around Mordred's shoulders, and led him back to the locker room .

"Hey, isn't my little prince happy after winning?" Captain Cassie took off his gloves and put his big hand on Mordred's head. His warm smile made Mordred's awkwardness disappear instantly.

"Of course not. Who would be unhappy after victory? Let's say we win another game and win the championship early." Mordred shook his head in denial, and changed the subject calmly.

Captain Cassie didn't know what to do when he said this, and his big hands that were rubbing just now were replaced with fists and hammered on his head, "Can you develop a good habit of reading newspapers! We will win another game!" Newspapers about winning the championship are everywhere, and some time ago, the reporter even set up a countdown to winning the championship, thanks to you still playing Twitter every day."

"Captain, don't hit anymore, it would be stupid to hit someone again. And I just don't want to be distracted by outside things. Playing well is better than nothing." Mordred muttered, even if he refuted Mordred Don't dare to speak loudly.

Captain Casey stopped rubbing his hands vigorously, and then snorted coldly, "I'm not smart now, if I'm stupid, I'm stupid."

Mordred stopped doing it when he heard this, his eyes widened, "Captain Cassie, you say I'm stupid, don't blame me, Chris, judge me, if I wasn't smart and witty, maybe I wouldn't be able to win today." .”

It looked like a very angry little milk cat, the kind that would scratch people at any time but never hurt.

Chris, who was innocently involved, wanted to excuse Mordred, but at this time Mourinho pushed the door in and saw the guys who had just won the battle with mysterious smiles, looking at Casey and Modred De, couldn't help frowning and said, "Why haven't you changed your clothes yet?"

"Sir, I'll change right away." The moment Mordred saw Mourinho, he changed from an angry cat to a flustered cat.

"The reporter has been waiting outside for a long time, don't change it, it doesn't look dirty." Mourinho never had anything to do with Mordred, he could only treat the kid loosely.

Mordred obediently followed Mourinho out of the locker room door. The two went out on the front foot, and the back foot players all turned into toothache expressions.

"Mr. is too kind to Melis! Tsk, treat him like you treat your son!" This is the monk Pepe who is picked on by Mourinho every day.

"But Melis is too obedient, look at his flustered appearance just now. If you don't want to spoil him on your body, don't want to be with me. You are about to rush Meris into the sky." The calmest person in this Captain Casey said coldly.

"Captain, don't be alone! I don't know who tweets and checks every day. I'm afraid he will learn badly, and you worry too much." Ozil saw Cassie firing the map gun, and decisively pulled him off.

As the captain, Cassie was articulate and did not hesitate to reveal Ozil's dark history, "That's better than you. Last time who saw a crack in the shin guard and asked Meris to replace it? I later found out that it was not a crack at all, but a pattern. .”

Seeing that the war was about to escalate, Chris said, "Calm down."

"The one who has the least right to speak between us is you, you are almost holding Meris in your mouth." Chris, who was inexplicably slapped by two people, turned black, that is my lover!Is there something wrong with petting him?Nothing wrong!

But he didn't dare to say it at all, talking about this group of big brothers who care about old mothers... I'm afraid they are going to eat him raw.

Mordred, who attended the press conference with Mourinho, knew nothing about it. "Mr. Mourinho, do you have confidence in the Sporting Gijon game on April 4? As long as you win that game, You can win the La Liga title in advance, do you have anything to say about this?"

"Mr. Mourinho, as long as you can win against Sporting Gijon, you will win the game five rounds ahead of time. This year you are so strong that you have only two losses and one draw. You have reached the end of the season with a perfect attitude. May I ask you Is there anything you want to say?"

"After playing against Sporting Gijon, the next game is the national derby. Will you give up the victory against Sporting Gijon for the derby? Do you choose to win the game five rounds ahead of time, or temporarily give up the victory and treat Barcelona right?"

"What are you going to do with the Copa del Rey on May 26? Will the successive games make the team feel tired, and will it lead to the loss of the Copa del Rey final?"

"Guardiola said in an interview yesterday that he doesn't care about your tactics. Do you think that is an insult to you?"

One more sharp question is stuffed in front of Mourinho, and the winner always has preferential treatment.

He doesn't need to speak aggressively like before, because standing here is pressure and a mountain for others.

"Whether it is a victory or a derby, I will win. If I can get the La Liga trophy in advance, it is not my hard work alone. It is the fruit of their running on the football field. They deserve this trophy."

"We will adjust the body of the main players to the best and prepare for the game. The successive games will definitely have an impact on the team, but we will do our best, just like today, and will not give up until the last second."

"As for what other people think of me, I don't care, because I am the most special one. Whether it is irony or caring, it is more proof of my threat to them."

"Every game is very important. I will not let the players relax their vigilance. Even in the newly promoted class, we will do our best."

Mourinho said everything very clearly, but he didn't say anything after thinking about it...

It's all official words, but the current reporters haven't reacted yet.

In the middle of the press conference, someone finally remembered the defeated Simeone, "Mr. Simeone, what do you think of today's game?"

Simeone still had a bitter face and said with a deep expression: "Today they have done their best. At the last second, they still think about struggle and hard work. This makes me very satisfied. We will work harder this time if we lose. For the next game, next season Real Madrid will definitely be beaten by us."

Although it is quite exaggerated, anyway, bragging does not pay taxes, and defeat does not inspire morale.

"Modred, your performance on the court today is not eye-catching. Is it because of your body? Has the continuous substitution made you lose your sense of the ball?"

"Hey, I made a lot of threatening passes this time, and I can still see it. I can't say that the sense of the ball has disappeared!" Mordred blinked playfully, and the youthful heart was vividly reflected in him. .

"What do you think about being reduced to a substitute some time ago? Is it because the locker room in the team is squeezed out, or is Mr. Mourinho not paying attention?"

These words are very sharp, and there is no cover-up.

Mordred glanced at his badge and found that it was a third-rate tabloid that specialized in reporting some vulgar content.

In this case, he was not polite, "I have no opinion, no one is special in the gentlemen's team, because he is the most special one."

"Besides, things like rotations are normal. You can't ask a player to play a full game. This is a consumption of a player. I believe that Mr. has told you many times. Why do people still ask this kind of question?"

It's too mentally retarded.

Mordred didn't say it clearly, from the contempt on his expression to the contempt in his eyes, everyone present could see what he wanted to express.

Everyone present also remembered what kind of temperament this young man is. Many reporters are friends with Mordred.

If you go to his door in the morning, you may be able to catch his meals. In fact, most reporters like his character of not hiding it, provided that he does not use bureaucratic accents.

"You...!!" But this tabloid reporter was not so lucky, his face turned red when he was being bullied, and he didn't even dare to say something bad about him because of the eyes of his colleagues all around him.

The news of Mordred's popularity is no longer alone.

The Spanish Channel [-] next to him looked down on such small newspapers and asked in front of him: "Will you appear in the squad against Sporting Gijon?"

"Um... It's useless for you to ask me this question. You have to ask Mr., after all, he is the one who decides my life and death." Mordred shrugged and then said: "Of course, I very much hope that To that race, are you right sir?"

The smile on his face was comparable to that of a little sun. Mourinho couldn't help but rolled his eyes, but he didn't intend to answer. If the opponent guessed his formation, the loss would not be worth the loss. That game was about the championship. .

Seeing that Mourinho didn't answer, Mordred turned his head and said to the reporter with a wink: "It seems that I can't play."

The author has something to say:

Real Madrid in 11 and 12 is really as good as it is!The league is in full swing!Adding the little plug-in of Meris... Su is too much _(:з」∠)_.

Today I'm going to brush Nezha three times, and I'll update it when I come back tonight. Don't worry, I won't googoo!Even if I stay up late, I will write the remaining [-] words for everyone.

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