[Football] Anti-system

Mourinho really doesn't like this young player very much.

He looks really weird everywhere.

Such a thing... I am afraid that anyone, whether he is a real patient or not, will not be so calm, right?

Seeing that Little Beet was about to go back to the fitting room to take things and leave, Mourinho was about to laugh angrily.

"stop!"

Scorpius stopped in his tracks and turned around in doubt: "Boss, is there anything else?"

"Don't you have any idea at all to explain? Or just express your opinion? Are you not angry or sad?"

"…is that useful?"

Scorpius asked calmly: "If you express your emotions, it will be a waste of the time you have won so hard."

It was with great difficulty that he snatched a day or two more to live for himself.

Every minute is extremely precious.

Even if he really can't believe it...

The purple eyes darkened, and Scorpius clenched his fists.

"What time?"

Mourinho frowned and looked at him: "Scorpius, you have to know that if you really have mental problems, the club won't let you play."

"But I'm in good health, boss."

Scorpius raised his head and looked straight into his eyes without fear: "Minor depression is no different from normal people, and I am more capable than anyone else to bring you victory."

"So you're really..."

Mourinho's brows were tightly knit together: "Listen, Scorpius, as your head coach, I will protect you no matter what happens. But not this time, you have to rest at home until your condition improves and recovers. "

Scorpius lowered his eyes.

He wants to retort that everything is not going to get better.

everythingwillbeok. This sentence has always been a lie.

To no avail, he had prayed thousands of times over ten years.

But that cold voice never left him.

Biting his lower lip, Scorpius looked at the ground under his feet and took a deep breath, trying to make his voice sound calm: "I want to talk to you about this tomorrow, boss, now I want to go home..."

His words were interrupted by the warm touch on the head - Mourinho touched his head gently, the hair felt very good: "I believe that you chose football a few years ago because it can bring Will it give you joy? Will it, now that you have chosen it again or do you have expectations in your heart? Expect it to give you the same emotions you felt the first time you scored a goal on the pitch."

"Even if you've forgotten it now. Scorpius, I hope that one day football can make you feel these real things again. Football is very magical. One day you will feel joy from your heart."

Mourinho sighed: "If you really want to play, then play. No one has the right to tie another person to chase anything."

His voice sounded very gentle.

Scorpius couldn't help but think of that time... when he was about ten years old, when he first learned the rules of football and played in the field.

That damn voice didn't sound from the beginning to the end.

He remembers how he accidentally scored a goal and how happy he was.

It was an accident, the goalkeeper was trying to save the ball from another player and the ball hit his leg and bounced into the net.

Even though he can reproduce such a scene by calculation now, he was genuinely happy at that time.

He played wild football on the streets of Los Angeles for a while without his parents behind his back.

There are very few people playing football on the streets of the United States. Perhaps because of this reason, the children's skills are extremely poor.

Scorpius secretly found a lot of video tapes to learn how to play football. He has been very smart since he was a child, and he has always learned quickly.

Later, at the field stadium on the streets of Los Angeles, he had a team, and seven or eight children had another team.

It may be that he is really talented. He can pass the entire opposing team by himself, and he can score four or five goals in half an hour alone.

I am really happy.

The satisfaction of winning.

The comfort of being no longer forced to do things.

But then, even football turned sour...

There was a weird soreness in the eye sockets and nose.

Scorpius lowered his head, and his voice sounded hoarse inexplicably to himself: "I understand, boss. I will work hard."

"It doesn't matter whether you add fuel to this kind of thing..."

Mourinho looked helpless, no matter how bad his personality was, he was still a well-behaved kid who didn't know much about socializing.

I'm afraid he is still a child who is under too much pressure and even insists on winning continuously, so he can't be happy at all.

Mourinho felt that he had to say hello to the psychologist in the team to observe Scorpius' mental state every day.

"Why don't I give you half a day off? It's the best choice for you to hide at home tomorrow. The media is annoying, but you can hide and call two friends to your house secretly, play games, chat Chatting, thinking about it makes me feel better, doesn’t it? Just forget about these things, the club will take care of it.”

Mourinho persuaded that for a while, he didn't know how to face the teenager in front of him.

He's obviously just a kid.

The future holds infinite possibilities.

"I'm sorry boss, thank you very much."

Scorpius raised his head, hesitation and gratitude flickered in his purple eyes.

"I will stay at home and find friends to relax."

He clenched his hands tightly, his thumb involuntarily pressed lightly on the knuckles of his index finger.

The performance of the young players was extremely well-behaved.

Mourinho nodded in relief.

Depression, like a physical illness, is curable.

But the attitude is not good.

Although small players have shortcomings, they are not big mistakes.

Mourinho believes that he can learn how to use small players to win, and also believes that his illness can be cured: "Okay, you go home."

Facing the slightly unusual eyes of his teammates who hadn't left yet, Scorpius walked out of the locker room calmly.

There are five missed calls and more than ten text messages on the mobile phone in his hand.

Four missed calls and all text messages were from Beckham.

Just as Scorpius was about to flip through it casually, the blond man in front of the locker room patted him on the shoulder: "Scorpius...is what he said at the press conference just now true?"

The man in front of him was Beckham.

After seeing those things, he no longer had the time to think about whether the full moon scimitar was for Capello to see.

The heartthrob Xiaobei frowned tightly, and looked anxiously at Scorpius in front of him.

He expected a negative answer from Scorpius.

Frankly speaking, except that Scorpius really doesn't like to laugh and communicate with others, Beckham thinks he is a little kid with an unpleasant personality.

In any case, he didn't want this kind of thing to happen to him.

Scorpius lowered his eyes and did not answer.

That's exactly what the doctor diagnosed, though he thought he was just one more annoying and frightening system than normal.

He said nothing, but Beckham immediately understood his subtext.

He didn't want to say it, but it was true.

"Listen to me, Scorpius..."

Beckham took a deep breath, and was about to say something, but was interrupted by the phone ringing.

Scorpius raised his mobile phone, and the incoming call contact was clearly displayed on the light screen: "Mother".

Scorpius lowered his eyes, pressed the answer button and put the phone to his ear: "...Mom."

The phone rang with a clear and soft female voice: "Baby, I saw your game, the goal is wonderful..."

"thanks Mom."

Scorpius looked at the ground, his slender eye feathers trembled slightly, and his thumb gently pressed the knuckle of his index finger.

"I also saw those interviews after the game. Are you okay? Baby, do you feel uncomfortable now? Why don't you go home, dear, mom hasn't seen you for a long time, I will let the nutritionist do it Green salad and chicken breast for you."

The voice on the phone was full of concern.

"Mom, Dr. Saipe..."

Dr. Sepp is the family doctor of the Westin family.

"…baby."

The voice on the other end of the phone was tinged with pity: "I have fired that damn doctor, and he sold this kind of thing to the media! Mom will find you another authoritative doctor. You don't have to care about the media reports , Mom's team will take care of everything. Don't play football these days, okay? Mom knows that you always attach importance to work, but this time you can rest at home for a few days."

"…it is good."

Scorpius nodded, his slender and thick eyelashes covered his magnificent purple pupils.

"Baby is so good~" The female voice suddenly became sweet and brisk: "Mom is waiting for you to come back for dinner."