football king

Mordred ignorantly opened Twitter according to his friend's instructions, and all he saw was information about himself, as well as familiar square characters.

This kind of overwhelming viral spread, as if everyone on Twitter was bragging about him overnight, made Mordred's chaotic brain instantly awake, and he quickly picked up his phone while looking at the information on Twitter and asked : "Doyle! What the hell is going on!?"

Mordred's voice was about to crack. This situation was not uncommon in the previous life, but it can be called weird in the present.

He knew that the victory over Barcelona in that game was mostly due to luck. If Mourinho let him start, then he would definitely not be able to last the whole game. He scored three goals easily, but now the Internet is going to brag about him as a god!

Football is an 11-person sport. It is absolutely impossible to fight alone in this top league. Now that he is praised so high, it will be even worse when he falls down.

Hazard, a die-hard fan of Doyle Criss, had no idea of ​​Mordred's panic at this time, and showed a narrow smile, "Hey buddy, aren't you happy? You complained to me about Real Madrid a while ago. If you didn’t give you a signing meeting, no one would know about you. Now basically everyone who watches football knows your name.”

Mordred flipped through all kinds of rainbow farts on Twitter, and covered his face in shame, "No! I don't like such bragging!" Even the group of diehard fans in the previous life never praised him like this!What a handsome face, the prince who came out of the oil painting, who dribbled the ball like an elf, with the aura of a king.He himself felt ashamed to say such words.

"Hahaha, those fans are indeed exaggerating, but I think you should be more happy, right? Before you went to La Liga, you told me that you would join China. Now it seems that China has a high desire for you, as long as you maintain your current state , they will lift you up to heaven with their own hands, but those American fans are bound to be disappointed."

No one has more right to speak than Doyle. He is a genius who joined the American team and was praised by the Americans. Although he still failed to bring the United States out of the quagmire in the end, this did not affect the love of the American people for him in the slightest.

Just when Mordred told him not to tease himself, the mobile phone dedicated to contacting the team rang, with the four big characters Mourinho on it so conspicuous.

"I won't tell you anymore, my coach is calling." After finishing speaking, Dalton was about to hang up the phone, and Dalton, who had a strange smile on his face, panicked, "Hey! I asked you to get my autograph for me, did you get it? ? And..." Signed jerseys.

Before the next four words could be said, the phone on the other side had already hung up, and Doyle looked at the phone and shook his head helplessly.

"Hey, sir, listen to me! I really didn't want to go one to ten. My teammates are all very strong, and I'm not as exaggerated as the Internet said." Mordred didn't wait for Mourinho to turn on the hair dryer, and took the first step explained.

Mourinho, who called to discuss his agent with him, "...".

Mr. Madman was very curious about his image in Mordred's eyes, but the negative emotions caused by seeing those bragging in the morning disappeared in the explanation.

"I didn't call to scold you, but I wanted to discuss the agent issue with you." Mourinho pinched the bridge of his nose helplessly and interrupted his explanation.

"I didn't... eh? Sir, you didn't come to beat me up." Mordred finally came to his senses at this moment.

Seeing him calm down, the madman quickly explained the purpose of his call, "Do you still remember the agent I mentioned to you last time? He promised you not to accept advertisements for two years and wanted to meet you. Do you have time now? He wants to see you."

"Oh, of course." Seeing that he wasn't here to train him, Mordred's IQ took over the high ground in an instant.

When Mourinho hung up the phone, Mordred still felt a little unbelievable that Mr. Madman didn't scold him!The comments on the Internet almost wiped out the credits of other teammates, and then put all the credits on him alone, even in the limelight!

Mr. Madman didn't reprimand him, what a good coach this is!

Thinking of the coach who treated him like his own son in his previous life, he would never show mercy in such matters.

When Mourinho brought Mendes here, what he saw was a well-dressed child with dog eyes shining.

Mourinho, who had never looked at him like this since Jose Jr. grew up, shivered with aversion, "What expression do you have?"

The moved Mordred shook his head, "Sir, I just think you are too kind."

Munirio, who is second only to Capello, has a black question mark on his face. I really don't know how this kid came to this conclusion.

Mendes, who came with him, refused to listen to anything the moment he saw Mordred, and Mordred's heroic face and tall figure completely turned into green bills.

Mendes' gaze was so hot that Mordred couldn't ignore it even if he wanted to. He asked awkwardly, "Is this the manager who wants to sign me?"

Mendes, who had been hiding behind Mourinho, came out, revealing his entire face.

Mordred was so familiar with this face that he couldn't be more familiar with it. When he was doing player information, he found that this agent had almost penetrated the entire Real Madrid, from the coach to the players.

If such an agent can sign in, it will definitely be a good thing with twice the result with half the effort!

"Hello, I'm Jorge Mendes, you can also call me Mendes."

"Oh, hello, my name is Meris Mordred, everyone calls me Meris."

In this way, the strongest agent and the strongest player in the future met in a historic way.

As a guest, Mordred took out tea from the refrigerator and brewed a pot of tea for the two of them with his own hands. His craftsmanship was simply superb, and his every move had a sense of freehand brushwork.

After finishing their work, the three of them finally started talking about business.

"I would like to ask Mr. Mendes, why...why do you want to sign me? I only played one game. Although the data of two shots and one pass is beautiful, it may also be a meteor. You have so many famous stars , I can’t figure out why you want to sign me.”

Mordred's question is very sharp, he is not as strong as the Internet, and he also believes that Mr. Mendes, who has the resources of several wealthy families, understands this matter.

Mendes raised his teacup with a smile from the businessman, "The reason why I finally decided to sign you is your commercial value. You will not become a shooting star. It is not the first time that Jose praised you in front of me. Your talent and heart are excellent. Yes, so I decided to sign you ahead of those who don't know the goods."

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I found that everyone didn't seem to realize that I am going to double-update today, laughing cry.