football superstar

In the away dressing room at the Bernabeu, no one spoke, even Vazquez stood at the door without making a sound. Everyone's eyes were fixed on Clemens who was sitting quietly in the corner drinking water.

I have to say that the Portuguese has a very good-looking face, but there is never a shortage of handsome guys in football. Look at Real Madrid on the opposite side. Sometimes you have to wonder if they choose people based on their faces?

But unlike others, Clemens doesn't seem to have much grooming on his face, no eyebrow trimming or hairspray, although he keeps himself clean and tidy, that's all.

Clemens didn't notice other people's attention. He didn't pretend to be cold on purpose, but he was thinking carefully about everything on the court just now.

He felt excited, yes, excited.It is really rare for a cultivator who has been calm for hundreds of years to feel excited.

Clemens reached out and touched his chest, where he could feel it throbbing violently.

This behavior attracted Vazquez's attention. He stopped writing and drawing on the tactical board, but looked at Clemens and said, "Thomas, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Everyone looked at Clemens nervously, God, if it wasn't for this young guy in the first half, they might have been killed long ago, and now we can't let him have any problems.

Clemens seemed to see the anxiety on Vazquez's face, and quickly shook his head: "No, sir, I feel very good now."

Vazquez breathed a sigh of relief, and then a smile appeared on his face: "You all performed very well in the first half, Thomas." But when he looked at the remaining players, he lost his good face just now, "There is one less man fighting We're going to have a lot of trouble, but I don't want to see you being sieved. Positions, lads, watch your positions."

Everyone nodded. There are no stars in Deportivo, which also makes them united and obedient. This is one of the few advantages that Vazquez can find.

But Vazquez's arrangement had nothing to do with Clemens, who just sat there, looking at his hands, whose gloves had been removed.

The fingers are slender and wide, and the white skin is unique to Caucasians.

It was just such a pair of hands that blocked many balls just now, and gained a bunch of frustrated and angry faces.

"I'm sorry Thomas, my recklessness bothered you, the first La Liga game against Real Madrid... I don't think it will be a good experience."

Clemens looked up at Alan Subia who was sitting beside him, and said after a moment of silence, "Did you see the game?"

Alan Subia nodded: "I watched live TV in the locker room, Thomas, you did a good job."

At this time, the striker Nelson who was sitting in front turned his head quietly, and said excitedly, "Yes, Thomas, how did you do it? I think you are as flexible as Spiderman..."

"Nelson, are you tired? If I'm tired, I can give you a rest in the second half." Vazquez's voice was a little gritted.

Nelson hurriedly turned his head, covered his mouth and stopped talking.

"Real Madrid's offensive will not weaken in the second half, on the contrary, it will increase, but we need to let them know that Deportivo is not weak and bully." Vazquez looked very serious. Guaranteed success.

The players knew this too, and captain Manuel Pablo asked: "Sir, how are we going to play in the second half?"

Vazquez's face did not change at all: "Of course it is defense, blocking every goal of Real Madrid, remember, every one."

This answer is obviously unsatisfactory. The veteran players are fine, but the younger ones, such as Nelson, feel a little frustrated.

He is a striker, and every striker thinks in his heart that he can score goals and save the team.

But now to let him participate in the defense, maybe the opponent is Real Madrid, which is a last resort, but I still feel a little awkward.

Vazquez knew Nelson's dissatisfaction, look, this kid is pouting to the sky.

But he doesn't want to take risks. Going through the Real Madrid goal is a good idea, but he must first ensure that the team does not lose.Maybe Nelson can step up, but Vazquez still needs a guarantee.

He looked at Clemens, who seemed to be discussing something with Alan Subia beside him.

Vazquez clapped his hands and said, "Okay, boys, take a good rest and show your courage in the second half!"

"Yes, sir!"

When they set foot on the court again, the Deportivo players talked and laughed, and they didn't seem to have any psychological burden.

After all, it can be expected that the scene is not dominant, but they haven't lost the game after all, have they?

Contrary to them, the Real Madrid players who had the advantage but failed to score looked a little impatient, especially Ronaldo, who had already won an absolute position, even when he was warming up, his brows were tightly knit together.

Kaka walked to his side, and the Son of God always looked as warm and bright as the sun when he smiled: "Take it easy, Chris."

Ronaldo glanced at Kaka, he always had no choice but to show his face to his friends, but he was still not very interested.

They are Real Madrid, and now they are the leaders of La Liga. The only one who can stop them is Barcelona and Atletico. As for Deportivo, they have been brilliant in the past, but now they are just a newly promoted from La Liga. 10 points, if it really fell into the hands of such a team, how much ridicule it would be to welcome Real Madrid after the game.

Because you are strong, you are afraid of failure. This is the reason at all times.

Kaka didn't say anything more, after all he knew Ronaldo's pride.Kaka, who had just returned from injury, looked at Clemens, who was bouncing on the spot, and remembered that handsome and young face.

Clemens also felt Kaka's sight. For a cultivator, he would lose his mana if he changed his body, but Clemens was still able to hear and see. He nodded while smiling kindly.

' is a polite young man. 'Kaka thought so.

'This kind of clothes with missing legs and arms seems to be easier to move than my Taoist robe. ' Clemens' mind wandered.

"beep--!"

With a whistle, the second half begins!