[Football] Anti-system

When will the days when I can only live on and struggle under the scythe of death every day like this end?

Sooner or later, faced with a situation like this, he won't even get a corner.

The green turf beneath him pierced the skin exposed outside the jersey.

The noise in the ear belongs to others.

In any case, he couldn't fit in.

Scorpius blanked his mind and stared at the darkened sky.

This game made many players feel strange.The away fans acted like they were crazy.

But who could not be crazy about it?That kick came from the corner kick of the full moon scimitar.

It's just that everything seems to have gone away from him.

The excitement is all theirs.

Scorpius closed his eyes.

The mood at the end of the game was very bad, and he wasted four good chances in the game.

Although he knew that Ferguson would not blame him, because they won the game in the end.

But Rooney was still a little frustrated.

Seeing the picture on the TV, Rooney couldn't help turning down the volume of the TV, and rolled his eyes: "Look at it, that group of media must be going crazy again."

The main reason why he pays attention to Scorpius is simply because he has no doubt that Scorpius will become his teammate in the national team sooner or later.I'm afraid that the other teammates who watched the game together felt the same way.

And recently... Wayne Rooney's performance in the national team is also quite poor.

He has converted chances into goals 36 per cent of the time in his 15 appearances for England, and that has plummeted to 8 per cent in his last ten appearances.

The coach of the national team looked at him more and more unkindly, but fortunately, he was still Sir Alex Ferguson's favorite.

"Again? What do you mean?"

Cristiano picked up a tissue and wiped his nosebleed, and couldn't help but asked in doubt, "Do you know him?"

"Are you asking an Englishman if he knows Scorpius Westin?"

Ferdinand couldn't resist interjecting, "Your question is almost like asking a young girl a few years ago if she knew about the Spice Girls."

"Of course I do."

Rooney raised his head dissatisfied: "Well, he went to university when you first arrived in the UK, and he hasn't appeared in the news for a long time. But wait, I guess he will definitely occupy the cover of today's and tomorrow's newspapers. "

"Sports version?"

"all!"

Rooney snorted and really didn't want to give him science: "If you are in the UK, you will know how much pressure it is to be a peer who is about the same age as Scorpius. My mother still thinks he is perfect!"

"Cathy thinks so too."

Ferguson also joined the topic.

Cathy was his wife, and it was a really painful time.

Cathy couldn't help but talk about Scorpius Westin in the papers, even the A's he got on some final exam.

I really don't know why the newspapers even report this kind of thing.

But Scorpius is like this. Almost all the people in the UK watched this well-behaved and sensible child grow up.

Scorpius has never let the British people down, he is a boy who can do everything well.

Ferguson couldn't help but regret: during the winter window, he should have followed the manager's advice to buy Scorpius, and he shouldn't have questioned the level of Scorpius, who had been resting for more than three years.

Nor should Scorpius' well-known relationship with Beckham be viewed through a lens and suggest that he doesn't need a player with any connection to Beckham.

But did he really not regret it?

He regretted it, although he didn't want to admit it, but he did regret that "Flying Boots" let Xiao Bei leave.

He wanted Scorpius to come to Manchester United, not only because just 10 minutes of this game had allowed him to confirm that his competitive state had not declined but had improved.

Also because of the last full moon scimitar that amazed everyone.

Cristiano, who couldn't imagine what that was like, scratched his hair blankly: "It shouldn't be that exaggerated."

He turned and looked back at the TV—the damn shot had just happened to be on the Northern Irishman's face again.

The Northern Irishman's eyelashes were so long that his eyes seemed to be carefully drawn by God: the strange purple eyes were sprinkled with light like stardust, and they were as clear as a perfect amethyst .

With some water vapor in his eyes, he looked in the direction of the camera.

The skin is very fair and delicate, with hardly any pores visible.

The bridge of the nose is straight, and the thin cherry-colored lips are lightly pursed.

This guy is definitely a woman disguised as a man...

His nose itched, and the red liquid quickly soaked the white tissue again.

Cristiano looked at his teammates with deep meaning: "..." No no no!not like this!

let me explain!

Teammates are calling his name.

Scorpius took a deep breath and reopened his eyes, and stood up from the field with his knuckles and slender fingers on the ground.

A teammate handed him a bottle of sports drink and led him to the player tunnel.

The voice in the ear is still noisy.

Scorpius frowned indistinctly, he was a little tired and wanted to go home as soon as possible.

He even wanted to simply pretend that he forgot about Beckham's existence and leave him to go home, or find a hotel nearby to get a room.

But Mourinho stopped him.

Mr. Coach looked at him with probing eyes and asked him to go with him to the post-match press conference.

press conference…

For Scorpius, reporters are no strangers, and even the first thing he learned from childhood was to deal with reporters.

This is not difficult.

Scorpius nodded without refusing: "I listen to you, boss."

Soon, Mourinho found that the decision to bring Scorpius to the press conference was too correct.

After he led Scorpius to sit on the chair, the media never looked at him again. The flashes were connected together, and the camera lens was desperately stretched forward. It seemed that these reporters wanted to put the lens on Scorpius's face .

Frankly, the journalists who interviewed Scorpius with some experience with him a few years ago really had a love/hate relationship with him.

Love is because he is simply a walking traffic machine, no matter what is reported about him, the newspaper must sell well.

Hate is because: "Scorpius, how do you evaluate your performance in this game?"

"Okay."

Scorpius lowered his eyes, but his expression was extremely sincere.

"Scorpius, a lot of people want to ask, did you choose football between your studies, football and being an actor? What attracted you to it?"

"Because of football... okay."

After thinking for a moment, Scorpius replied flatly without even changing his expression.

Mourinho: "?"

Reporters: "..."

The thing is, everyone knows that Scorpius is an "okay" robot.