football king

It was a 3:3 draw, and the last game of this vigorous national derby ended in a draw. Mordred felt as if he hadn't exerted all his strength, and he was so uncomfortable that he wanted to grab the turf and vent.

But the ending is already doomed, and the score will not change.

All the fans at the scene stood up and cheered for their favorite team. Although the results achieved today were not what they thought, the non-stop running of the whole field let everyone know that they tried their best.

There is no winner in this game, and there will be another game, and next season, the competition between Real Madrid and Barcelona will never stop.

Mordred looked at the piece of pure white, took a deep breath and then slowly let it out. At the same time, he was still the future star of the Bernabéu when he opened his eyes.

It's just a draw, and it's not like he hasn't experienced failure before.

"This is your first draw in La Liga." Chris hooked his shoulder and said in a slightly understated tone.

Mordred nodded, the weight on his shoulders made him subconsciously look sideways at Chris, and he happened to see Chris's eyes that were always burning with the flame of victory.

"Victories and defeats are normal for football. However, no one can always win and be invincible. This is just an irrelevant national derby. Compared with this game, we have already won the trophy." Chris will be more than half The body was pressed against Mordred, and the weight of a strong man made Mordred bend slightly.

Seeing that Mordred's face was still a little gloomy, Chris came up with his last resort, "If you really can't accept the fact, cry out, let out your negative emotions and tell yourself to work harder next time, until you don't cry anymore .”

Mordred, who had been in deep thought, couldn't help raising his head, "You may be more suitable to be a coach than me. Just now you were carved out of the same mold as Mr. Is this the special spirit of you Portuguese? For example Self-inspiring?"

When Mordred opened his mouth, he didn't look like he was depressed just now. Chris, who had always been at odds with Mr. Madman, turned dark slightly, and Mordred smiled, "I understand what you mean, who can be truly invincible to every level?" The game is invincible, don't worry about me."

Mordred walked around behind Chris, jumped onto his back, and let Chris walk on his back.

"If I lost this game, I would be relieved. I have too much halo on my head now. I am afraid that I will not be able to bear the myth of being undefeated. But today's game made me very uncomfortable! They seem to know It’s like how should I go next, I can’t use my strength.”

Chris started to walk into the locker room with Mordred on his back like this, and the teammates next to him all indulged in watching Mordred ramble, the scene was so harmonious that one wondered if it was just a show.

Just when Chris was about to enter the player channel, he saw Messi standing there, and his footsteps subconsciously paused.

The relationship between the two football champions who have been compared by the media all the year round is actually very delicate.

They will not slander each other, nor will they praise each other.

Even Chris once unilaterally envied Messi, but after all, they had no substantive contact and understanding. Chris knew that this was unnecessary. Even if their relationship was really good, so what?The media will still compare the two.

The two glanced at each other, Mordred jumped off Chris, Harvey also pulled Messi away, and the atmosphere was indescribably weird.

Chris saw that the atmosphere was really not good, so he spoke first, "Let's go, sir is still waiting for us."

When Chris interrupted like this, the happy atmosphere just now returned instantly.

Back in the locker room, I saw Mourinho's gloomy face, and everyone's heart skipped a beat, waiting for the next reprimand.

Mr. Madman is more obsessed with Barcelona than anyone else. His previous affairs with Barcelona were ruined. He might be very angry if he didn't win this time.

Everyone thought so, and Mourinho suddenly laughed. The players who rarely saw this madman laughing were shocked, silently waiting for the next storm to come.

"You guys did a very good job today. You all tried your best. Barcelona are full of momentum, and it is expected that they will be fully prepared to win the draw. But I hope to beat them in the next game."

There was a faint smile hidden in the corner of Mourinho's eyes. Although he was very strict with them, it didn't mean he was really unsophisticated, "Okay, let's clean up quickly. This game is also tiring. It's not too important to untie it for a while." For the match, I will give you three days off first."

Three days off!The eyes of all the players are bright, there are not many holidays under Mourinho, who is not happy about the sudden three-day vacation.

Seeing their expressions of joy, even Mordred, Mourinho said helplessly, "Go and take a bath."

Several players glanced at each other, their white bodies were turned white and green by the turf, their pants were stained with grass clippings and dirt, and their white jerseys were wet and translucent with sweat.It's a badge of honor for their hard work on the field.

But I felt really uncomfortable with the clothes sticking to my body with sweat, so I started to take off my clothes and take a bath.

Mourinho went out to deal with the group of blood-sucking reporters. If he got a draw today, Guardiola should not think about it.

Mourinho couldn't help laughing when he thought of his old opponent and friend, and walked out of the locker room with steady steps.

Everyone in the bathroom is naked, and they are all men anyway.

It was the other people who made no secret of it that Mordred found out that he treated Chris differently from others, taking a bath in the same way.

When Chris stood next to him, his face would blush and his heart beat, and when others stood in front of him, he could even make dirty jokes...

He can clearly remember the curvature of every muscle in Chris, maybe this is love.

Maybe he thinks he is asexual, he just likes and loves Chris. Mordred tilted his eyes slightly to the side, saw Chris's tanned skin, and a layer of pink slowly appeared on his cheeks, and quickly looked back. Continue to shower.

Mordred was the first to come out of the shower, with a towel covering his head, and his face under the towel almost caught up with the spicy hot pot sauce.

Chris's figure is really... so good-looking, every inch of his lean muscles is full of strength.

Ahhh!Mordred shook his head to shake Chris out of his brain, but just as he was a little bit successful, his head was suddenly pressed down.

A familiar deep voice sounded from the top of his head, "What's the matter? It doesn't look good and you want to transform him into a spinning top?"

Chris's warm hands made Mordred's neck goosebumps, and Mordred moved far away, like a frightened rabbit, the towel on his head slipped off, Chris's corners A distinct big face appeared in front of him.

Mordred's face turned red again, and Chris was taken aback by his reaction, "What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable?"

Seeing that Chris was getting closer and closer to him, Mordred lay down and avoided Chris's approach. His sudden movement made Chris a little puzzled.

Melis is avoiding him?Chris, who has always been proud, came to this conclusion, and he was still a little puzzled.

"Don't you want me to come close?"

Mordred stood up abruptly when he heard this, and looked down at Chris.

At first, there was a bit of momentum, but soon his face turned red again, "I... I saw your body, and your mind was thinking wildly, you should stay away from me a little bit."

Chris was a little surprised when he heard this, and then laughed heartily.

The laughing Mordred lost all his random thoughts, and stared at him angrily, as if he was going to bite him directly if he continued to laugh.

Chris could barely hold back his smile, and put his big hands on Mordred's head, "Isn't that normal? We are lovers."

Chris is not satisfied with rubbing his head, patting shoulders and other intimate actions, but since this is the locker room, his teammates will come to the locker room after taking a shower at any time, so he can't give him a hug here, and tell him some sweet things that belong to his lover love words.

In fact, their relationship has not changed much from teammates to lovers, and they rarely even have intimate actions.

Due to Mordred's age, Chris has not changed, and now it seems that he is also a mature boy.

Similarly, Chris is glad that Mordred doesn't look Asian. If he looks younger at a young age...he really can't do it.

Just when Chris was about to say something, his cell phone rang suddenly.

As soon as the phone number was displayed, Chris missed half a beat of his heart.

"Hey, Mom."

"I'm back today. Is my good grandson going to kindergarten?" The gentle and familiar female voice made Chris's expression slowly relax, which was something Mordred had never seen before.

"Well, I'm too busy recently, and the nanny doesn't do her best. After thinking about it, it's better to let him go to kindergarten..."

Before Chris finished speaking, he heard the gentle female voice just now suddenly dissatisfied, "He is so young, you should call me back! I just said that those nannies are unreliable. It's okay, I'll pick up my house Chris."

"Mom, I'm your Chris too."

"This is too big, it's not as comfortable as my little Chris." After finishing speaking, there was a busy phone call, and Mordred covered his mouth to keep from laughing.

Chris has long been used to being treated differently, and he focused on Mordred, "Would you like to go home with me today to see my mother?"

Mordred was a little stunned, but he quickly reacted.

After all, he had already made preparations to meet his parents. Since he decided to be with Chris, he had to take this step no matter what.

Even though he was ready, Mordred was still nervous.

"Well...does Ms. Dolores like anything... Should I prepare something?" Mordred hurriedly changed his clothes when he thought of meeting at night, and planned to go home and change into a decent set of clothes, so as not to Dolores didn't like it.

Seeing his nervous expression, Chris thought it was a little funny, but also a little sweet.

In the past, when he dated girlfriends, he often showed them to Dolores, but Mordred reacted the most, which made him feel that he was valued. Not only did Chris not stop him, but he also happily watched Mordred busy. , until Mordred glared at him.