football king

Mourinho took a deep breath, trying to calm down his turbulent mood.

Rao tried his best to restrain himself, but he still couldn't hide his anger.

"You mean I still want to praise you? It turns out that you have always cared about your body as a fake? Then it seems that you don't need to rotate for you in the future. You will play all the games every time."

Under Mourinho's gaze, Mordred only felt chills all over his body. Mr. Mingming was not as tall as him, but he gave people a sense of invisible oppression.

Mordred hurriedly explained: "I just hope that this game can be won more smoothly. You care about this game, don't you? In the first half, Sporting Gijon's actions became more and more insane, and the referee also deliberately indulged. If I don't Doing that in this game will definitely get someone kicked..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Mourinho.

"You mean to suspect that Real Madrid can't win a newly promoted class like Sporting Gijon?" Mourinho's tone suddenly became sharper, even harsher than the questioning just now.

Mordred was also a little dumbfounded, he really didn't understand how the gentleman thought of this aspect.

"of course not……"

"If not, you would never do it. Is your teammate so distrustful of you? I only thought you had a problem at first, but now it seems that your problem is more than that. I will replace you in a while .” Mourinho was not as angry as usual, and even gave orders indifferently.

Mordred's eyes widened in disbelief, "Sir! I..."

"Stop talking, I have already decided that you are not allowed to play in the next national derby." After speaking, he opened the door and went back to the locker room to educate other players.

Mordred stared blankly at the door panel, not knowing what expression to make.

Did he... really do something wrong?This is obviously the easiest way!He wasn't too seriously injured either, Sporting Gijon was hit and the referee favored them.

It's all beneficial to think about it carefully, Mordred really can't figure out why the husband is angry.

Angry that he doesn't care about the body?But he didn't have a problem at all, so he just looked more miserable, but in fact he knew exactly how he was injured.

Mordred pushed open the door, and the others all looked at him, Mourinho continued unmoved.

Mordred sat in a chair, his mind full of complications.

After the game started, Ozil patted Mordred on the shoulder comfortingly, "What you did was indeed wrong. As long as you take the initiative to admit your mistake, I believe that my husband will forgive you."

Then he took off his pink substitute vest and went on the field.

Mordred took a sip of water irritably. Of course he also knew that admitting his mistakes was the best way, but now it seems that the whole world knows what he did wrong, only he himself does not know, how should he apologize to Mr. Madman!

But even if you don't know, you have to apologize. The next game is the national derby. If he doesn't play...

Mourinho was watching the Real Madrid match on the surface, but in fact he had been paying attention to Mordred from the corner of his eye.

He watched Mordred go from dazed to slowly guessing something, and couldn't help but sighed.

That is Mordred, for another person, he would not teach so hard, if he strayed off the road and hit a wall, he would naturally correct it.

But every time he met Mordred, his principles seemed to disappear. He really couldn't bear the heart of such a gifted child to go astray, and in the end he was hit badly and then corrected again.

Sometimes setbacks are also a kind of experience. Did he really do something wrong?

Mourinho rarely hesitated, he was not sure whether such a small and small approach would be good or bad for Mordred.

Before Mourinho hesitated for a minute, a golden hair suddenly appeared in front of him. The soft hair was swaying in the wind. Just looking at it, he couldn't help but want to touch it. Under the golden soft hair was a delicate The face is so beautiful that it doesn't seem like a real person.

But only if he doesn't give that goofy smile, which detracts a lot from the face.

But I have to admit that this smile calmed Mourinho's heart instantly.

Because...if this kind of silly boy doesn't prepare everything for him in every detail, he might be sold out and have to pay for it.

"Hey hey, sir, come on, let's sit down and talk." Mordred grabbed Mourinho's sleeve and forcibly dragged Mourinho from the sidelines to the chair.

Mourinho really wants to cover his face with his hands, he has nothing to do with this idiot.

"Sir, I admit that I have gone too far in this game. I am too proud and complacent. They are still them without me. I think highly of myself. Real Madrid only wants the best players. This sentence is not for nothing, it is I am not clear-headed, I know I was wrong." Mordred suddenly realized that he was in a misunderstanding just now.

Whether it was in his previous life or in the United States, the only thing he could rely on was himself, so he made one of the most important mistakes.

These players are still the best players without his support, and they don't need the sacrifice he thinks.

Mordred set his sights on the field, 10 against 9, the ending was already doomed.

Less than 10 minutes into the second half, another goal was scored.

Mourinho looked at Mordred with some surprise, just seeing how he looked at the door of the locker room just now, he thought it would take at least three or four days for him to figure it out.

But Mourinho was not going to let him go like this, and asked in a low voice: "What else?"

"Ah? What else?" Mordred was stunned by the question, and his mind turned quickly, "Yes, yes, yes! I shouldn't care about my body, the body is the most expensive capital, and I will never do this again! Sir, don't be angry, just let me play in the next derby."

"Hmph, I knew you were doing it for Derby. From your attitude of admitting your mistake, Derby..." Mourinho felt uncomfortable when he saw Mordred's doggy eyes, but finally he firmly believed, "I still want to Look at your performance, if you perform well in the next few days, you will play, if you do not perform well, there are still many players waiting to see through."

Mourinho's hard-hearted heart made Mordred feel lost for a moment, why the eye attack didn't work!In the past, my husband liked this very much.

But he recovered quickly, and it's better to have a chance than to be directly on the bench.

Mordred comforted himself and sat down to watch his teammates perform.

The entire second half couldn't be considered a game anymore, it was completely crushed, and the game went 78 minutes, and it was already 0:6.

To be honest, Sporting Gijon has no enmity with them, Chris and the others are in a state of relentlessness, there is a high probability that it is revenge for him, and they would rather have an enmity than let them be nailed to the pillar of shame.

But the biggest score in La Liga is 12:1, so they shouldn't go too far.

Mordred was a little guilty, because looking at their posture, it was really uncertain whether they would break this record.

Sporting Gijon is also playing dead. If they play well and do nothing, even if there is one or two fouls, he will not do what he did in the first half.

However, Sporting Gijon's mentality of dragging one into the water as soon as possible, really made Mordred unable to bear it. Even if he was nailed to the pillar of shame, he could only say that he deserved it.

Without those disgusting tricks, Real Madrid's match against Sporting Gijon is like an adult beating a child, which is called an easy one.

After careful calculation, they still lost the game. Because of the hot atmosphere in the first half, many people received yellow cards, Master Shui was even sent off with a red card, and he was taught a lesson by his husband!Blood loss!

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The whistle sounded for the end of the game, the referee wiped his sweat, and it was finally over.

As for stoppage time?Forget it, this kind of gap can't be saved even if the gods come down to earth.

"Come on! Real Madrid!"

"Ooooh! Real Madrid! Real Madrid!"

"The champion of the league is!" "Real Madrid!!!" Real Madrid fans finally turned their anger into excitement and shouted from their mouths, and the entire away stand has turned into a sea of ​​white.

This fan put out a banner prepared in advance, with every Real Madrid player printed on it, Lafayette stood at the highest place with a kind face, Mourinho was serious and serious at the second highest position, and below were all kinds of funny Real Madrid players .

This picture was taken on Mordred's birthday last time, and it was forwarded many times on Twitter. It was called a white spirit. I didn't expect it to be made into a banner and flew on the Sporting Gijon stadium today.

After 90 minutes, Real Madrid won the game without any surprises. The huge score of 0:9 made Sporting Gijon feel ashamed. With Mordred's words, he couldn't even play in the Second Division.

Not only do we want to beat you by a big score, we also want to celebrate at your venue!Don't be angry, be angry!

The president of La Liga handed the trophy to Captain Casey, and said earnestly: "You are the pride of the entire La Liga, and we will continue to work hard for the next La Liga."

"We will, thank you sir." The two embraced each other, and then the chairman exited, leaving the whole field to them.

Mordred can be said to be the most excited. This league trophy is a recognition of his strength. The span from the United States to La Liga is not small. Now no one will say those sour words.

Thinking of this, Mordred jumped on Mourinho's back, and Mourinho, who was suddenly attacked, staggered a few steps. Just as he was about to reprimand him, Mordred pressed his head tightly against Mourinho's back. On Ao's graying hair, "Thank you sir, without you, I would not have been able to integrate into La Liga so quickly."

It didn't take long for the two of them to be warm, and they were dragged to take pictures by the happy crowd.

Everyone posed and shouted excitedly to the camera: "Come on Madrid!"

Everyone kissed the trophy, celebrating the unprecedented five rounds ahead of schedule, and the reporters were also restless.

They are the embellishment of victory, and victory would not be so sweet without them.

The reporter who obtained the interview qualification in advance stepped into the green field to find Chris for an interview.

"May I ask how you feel now? Winning the championship five rounds ahead of time is an honor that no other team has ever won before. You should be very happy."

Chris has a smile on his face and eyes, and this question is purely knowing.

Mordred stood restlessly behind Chris, listening to his prudish interview, and made a vv gesture from his head, which looked like rabbit ears on Chris's head.

The fans sitting in front of the TV sprayed the TV with a sip of beer and even forgot to wipe it.

Chris noticed the reporter's smothered smile, and turned his head to look at you sensitively. Mordred quickly withdrew his hand, as if he had nothing to do with himself.

Chris looked at him suspiciously for a while, then turned his head and continued the interview.

The live broadcast screen fully revealed this scene, and the fans twisted their faces and covered their mouths, trying not to laugh out loud.

The author has something to say:

ennn, I overestimated myself_(:з」∠)_

tomorrow!I will definitely double-update tomorrow, because I will not go to work tomorrow... There is no report to run behind my ass, and I can easily code.