football king

"Meris, you are still as cute as before." Anthony smiled for a long time until his face hurt from laughing, he rubbed his sore cheeks desperately, and calmed down under Mordred's resentful gaze for a long time.

"I was thinking of taking you to Atletico Madrid, but now it seems that you are doing well in Real Madrid, so I don't need to worry about it." Anthony said with a formulaic smile, but the smile was a little shallow light.

Atletico Madrid popped up suddenly, and three question marks appeared on Mordred's head, "Sir, aren't you the head coach of Real Betis? Why did you come to Atletico Madrid again? Could it be that you signed something with Atletico Madrid?" Poaching plan?"

It was because this guess was so absurd that Mordred himself was so hesitant to say it.

Anthony knew he had made a slip of the tongue, but the words had already been said, so there was no shortage of explanations.

"It's okay to tell you, anyway, you won't tell others." Anthony still trusts Mordred's character, "Atletico Madrid invited me to be the head coach. I will transfer this season after I take Betis. Betis It’s also discussed here, Xia Chuang will go with the players.”

"In this way, we will be mortal enemies in the future. Don't forget that Real Madrid and Atletico Madrid are mortal enemies in the same city. It will be much easier to see you in the same city."

Mordred was stunned by such a coquettish operation, "Sir, are you going to Atletico Madrid? But Atletico Madrid..."

Mordred still doesn't want to be an enemy of Anthony in his heart, but when he thinks about it carefully, only Atletico Madrid or the Premier League team can tolerate Anthony's temper. The iron blood in his bones is tailor-made for Atletico Madrid.

Anthony pretended not to see the entanglement in his eyes, walked over to him and held down his calf, Mordred reflexively wanted to pull back, but was held firmly by Anthony.

"Your legs are fine right now." Anthony's tone was a bit cold, and compared with the teasing just now, it was a world of difference, or it could be said that now is his truest appearance.

"Sir, what's the matter with you coming to see me today." Anthony revealed his true nature, and Mordred also suppressed the past feelings in his heart.

"You understand me, and I understand you as well. Although you value feelings, once someone escapes from your camp, you will never treat him as a companion again. I don't think I can make you relapse, so I have something to say Bar."

"Sometimes I really don't want you to be so smart, it will make me look small." Anthony pretended to sigh and said, but his hand kept pressing Mordred's thigh and did not relax.

Finally, under the watchful eyes of Mordred, Anthony explained the purpose of his visit.

"Don't be nervous, I just came here this time to see you. You are different from before, and you have become weaker. I still remember the time when you were a teaching assistant by my side. No one can take that away. Take your light, but now you are willing to become a green leaf, obviously you can emit more energy but hide it."

Anthony stood in front of Mordred, and coldly spit out the facts he had observed all the time, "When you decided to quit the green field, I didn't think you were so weak..."

After being lectured, Mordred interrupted the other party's words irritably, "And then? Young and vigorous, arrogant and then kicked and broken again? Sir, that kind of pain is enough once, I I don't want to go through it again, do you understand?"

But in Anthony's eyes, this kind of performance is just another kind of sensuality. He met Mordred's gaze, "Don't you ever stop physical confrontation? You are a professional player. With this money, You just have to do your job, I remember telling you so many times."

"And didn't you choose to use your body to create opportunities for Real Madrid today? You are just the same as before, like a tortoise, no one forces you, you will always shrink in this hole, don't make those high-sounding excuses for yourself, my best know about you."

Anthony's words were sonorous and powerful, and he was not worried about Mordred's counterattack at all.

Mordred was like a child whose mask had been uncovered. He had a headache because of drunkenness, but now it hurt even more. He tried to refute.

But as Anthony said, he knows him best.

Anthony reached out and poked Mordred's once injured leg, and what he got was tight muscles.

"In fact, you have always had a psychological shadow. Don't tell me I don't. It's not me who wakes up in pain every night to take a cold shower." Anthony withdrew his hand, "Sometimes I really admire you, but you are scared to death , or set foot on the green field."

"Even for Real Madrid, I am a little surprised to break through myself and choose to risk myself." Anthony raised his brows, as if mocking, "But your madman scolded you..."

"Sir, that's enough." Without speaking Mordred raised his eyes and looked at Anthony with a blank expression, "I know that since I was injured, I have suffered from traumatic stress disorder, and even when I came to this world, this The disease is still intact and followed."

"But I am willing to overcome all this for my friends and coaches, and I am working hard. Even if I face your iron-blooded army in the future, I will never back down."

"Mr. Mourinho is very kind to me. He gave everything to me. If he knew that I had traumatic stress disorder, he would definitely help me, but I didn't tell him. I hope you will stop slandering him."

Mordred's solemn expression made Anthony couldn't help muttering: "Little heartless, is he better than me? Don't let me say anything, and you will suffer in the future."

Anthony's sudden relaxation made the serious Mordred look extremely embarrassed, "Seeing that you are so energetic now, I feel relieved. I don't have to worry about dealing with you in the future. Anyway, you have your Mr. Madman."

Mordred suddenly smelled a smell of old vinegar, and asked hesitantly: "Sir... you are not jealous, are you?"

"Fart! How could I be jealous of the guy with the nose on the top of his head, well... a little bit, but I will only do better than him in the future."

Mordred softened the edges and corners of his face, "It's actually good to be with you, at least I don't have to suffer from your cynicism under your wings. It's a pity that I am standing opposite you and I am not qualified to say such things."

Anthony stood on tiptoe and gave Mordred a slap on the back of the head, "Don't think I don't know that you are mocking me for double standards. You should separate yourself from others. You are someone else now."

Mordred has long been accustomed to Anthony's habit of getting started at every turn, and gave Anthony a surprise attack.

The slender arms embraced Anthony's unimportant body, which was a little different from the impression, but the feeling was still the same.

"Thank you sir, you still took the time to give me a political class. We will be rivals next time. You can't pamper me anymore." Mordred's sentimental voice made Anthony pause.

The hand that had been patting his back was lightly attached to his back, and Anthony sighed, "It's best if you can get out of that shadow, but when you were an assistant coach, you not only didn't get out, but you got deeper and deeper. dereliction of duty..."

"Sir, no one can do everything perfectly. I will try to let you see a Meris who is not as bad as before."

These two people have tried each other from the very beginning when they first entered the house, to the tit-for-tat later, and now they have a harmonious relationship. This is the only way of communication between the two stubborn donkeys.

The two who let go, this time they really chatted about homework.

From the rotten stadium in the United States to the big-footed passing of the British, the two seem to have returned to the past, sitting together to discuss formations and make training plans. Happy time.

It's a pity that there are always few happy times. Mordred has two days off here, but Anthony, as a head coach, has no vacation.

What's more, he was planning to change jobs this Xia Chuang, so he had to prepare more.

"Out of this door, you will be really an enemy in the future." Anthony looked at Mordred with a wry smile, but this wry smile was so fleeting that it was almost doubtful whether it was an illusion.

"Be careful with me, I will do anything to win, even your injuries, because I am Anthony."

Anthony gave his last advice before walking out of the room. He stepped on the outside with one foot, and before he stepped out with the other foot, he heard the people behind him say: "I am very glad that I have played under your hands, so I will play against you again." At Atlético I will give my all and let you test how much I have grown."

Anthony stepped that foot out and said without looking back: "Let your Mr. Madman do things like test your strength, he really cares about you."

Looking at the back of the other party going away, Mordred seemed to have returned to that sunny afternoon. The other party was wearing an unchanging black coat, holding his hand and leading him to the field of football.

Anthony's education and football views are not consistent with ordinary people, but he is a good guy.

Mordred let out a long sigh, closed the door, picked up the dog beside him and went to the bedroom on the second floor.

Throw the dog on the bed, lie next to the dog and hug it.

Use it as a large pillow, drinking and having fun last night, Mordred soon fell asleep, the speed is so fast that most insomniacs are envious.

The dog who had long been used to it obediently lay motionless on the bed, allowing Mordred to sleep with his arms around him. The sun shone on the pair of silly master and servant, looking so peaceful and peaceful.

Mourinho, who was customizing the lineup for next season at home, suddenly sneezed, "Someone is thinking about me? Even if they are thinking about me, it is definitely not a good thing." Mourinho closed the thin plan in his hand.

The players to sell and the players to buy are clearly stated in the plan. The last page is a 4312 formation map. The strengths and weaknesses of each person are clearly written on it, including the names of Mordred and Chris. A circle was drawn with a red stroke, and the word core was written on it.

The author has something to say:

hhhh, after playing against Barcelona is the Copa del Rey, and the summer window is about to open after the Copa del Rey ends. Thinking about it carefully, there is still a long way to go before the end.

I won’t update today, adjust my schedule, I can’t sleep at 5 o’clock every day 233333