[Football] Anti-system

Drogba smiled softly.

The teenager in front of him is really strong, which is a bit unexpected.

Precisely like a well-calculated machine.

"Thank you for your help."

He was carrying a water bottle, and his way of speaking seemed a bit too respectful: "I wanted to pass the last ball to you, but it was a little too hasty."

He is a person who knows how to repay his kindness, not to mention that Drogba has no need to help him.

Drogba helped him a lot, without Drogba, he would not have won this game.

What's more, this game is not the last one, and sooner or later the "system" will release other tasks.On the court, he can't do without the help of his teammates.

If the required number of goals has been completed, he does not care who scored the ball, Scorpius is more than happy to pass the ball to his teammates.

"No, that's what I'm supposed to do, we all want to score goals don't we? You don't have to be so polite, Scorpius... can I call you that?"

"Of course, but my name is 'Scorpio' not 'Scorpion.' But you can call me whatever you want."

Scorpius nodded and hooked the corners of his lips politely: "I will definitely pass the ball to you on the field."

It turned out to be for this kind of thing.

Drogba also couldn't help laughing, this kid is unexpectedly very thick, such a character who doesn't want to take advantage of others really makes people don't know what to say about him for a moment.

In the end, he could only nod his head and whispered: "Okay, please come on."

He tentatively raised his hand and stroked the unsmiling young general's soft hair.

Carvalho hesitated for a long time, but he still didn't hold back and stepped forward to interject: "You kid has some tricks."

It never occurred to him that he could score with the last kick.Seeing Scorpius fall, he thought he had finally given up: "It's a good psychological warfare."

In many cases, the ball grabbing between experienced forwards and defenders is like an Oscar show, one has to be played, and the other has to be played.Play the game of "you can't guess my mind" with each other.

Scorpius lowered his head: "No, I was just lucky. You are very good."

He was very friendly and polite even respectful.

For a moment, Carvalho felt that he was the one who scored the goal.

Carvalho was about to tell him not to be so polite, they were teammates who got along day and night.Ashley Cole over there joins up again.

Ashley is his senior in the Arsenal youth training camp. Although he can't be regarded as taking care of Scorpius, he can be regarded as a nodding acquaintance.

"Long time no see, great progress, little scorpion."

Ashley put his arm on Scorpius's shoulder carelessly, and praised him with a smile: "The goal is beautiful."

Scorpius slyly avoided his physical contact and nodded politely.

He chatted with Ashley, too, without seeming cold or too close.

The next few teammates who came over were the same, their responses were impeccable and not really close.

It wasn't until he saw the coach standing on the sidelines that he apologized to his teammates and ran to the coach in small steps.

Mourinho looked a little easier to get along with than his sources suggested.

He didn't reprimand him for missing get off work, but took Scorpius back to the office.

"He's always been that weird."

Ashley frowned, looked at the back of them leaving, and whispered to Lampard.

"strangeness?"

Lampard touched his head suspiciously: "It's okay, I think he's quite polite? Maybe it's because of family education?"

Everyone knows that the child was born differently from them. Most of the football players' original families are not rich, and football has become their livelihood.

But Scorpius Westin is different.

With Scorpius' family situation, he doesn't have to worry about food and clothing at all, even if he stays at home all his life, he will have no worries about food and clothing.

Lampard didn't find it strange, he felt that the vague alienation was just polite.You can't ask two people to become friends as soon as they meet, right?Although he just gave him three assists.

"not like this…"

Ashley frowned and didn't know how to explain to Lampard that in the youth training camp, this kid had always been a loner.But he was not excluded or anything else, on the contrary, most of the kids his age would choose to please him.

His attitude towards anyone is the same, gentle and polite, but he will never let a relationship become intimate.He made everyone so close to him that they passed the ball to him on the court and pulled him along at the party, but no one knew what was going on in his head every day.

"never mind."

Ashley sighed: "I'll go first, see you tomorrow."

Anyway, for his teammates, he only requires him to have very high playing skills, and he doesn't need to care about other things.

Lampard nodded: "See you tomorrow."

Mourinho was a little itchy with anger.

Instead of asking for praise, the young player asked to leave work.

You must know that many players in the team who are older than him are eager to show their "extra training spirit" in front of him!

However, Mourinho did not start the game by cracking and crackling the young players, but asked: "What do you think of your performance on the court just now?"

Three goals.

How is the performance?

Wonderful, but not enough.

He thought Scorpius was very smart, maybe the little guy could figure out why he was asking that question.

Mourinho awaited his answer, hoping he would find out his mistake for himself.

At the very least, Scorpius should also know that there is something wrong with him.

Scorpius pulled the seat across from him and sat down, calmly pressing the knuckles of his index finger with his thumb.

When Mourinho thought he would hang his head and point out his mistakes angrily.Scorpius Westin raised his head and said confidently, "I think I did a great job."

Mourinho slowly played one in his heart?

The little player in front of him was so confident that he almost raised his tail to the sky.

Mourinho felt that he was going to give himself a thumbs up in the next second.

"Then why was the last ball not passed to Drogba?"

Mourinho raised his hand to press the blue veins on his forehead, and repeatedly persuaded himself in his heart that he was just happy to score three goals. As a young player, it is normal to score three goals and float away. The head coach has to take responsibility at this time Responsibility for knocking players.

Scorpius didn't reflect on himself because of this "clear statement". He seemed to have hardly thought about it before replying: "Because I can score this goal."

There was nothing superfluous about the Northern Irishman's face.

Just like the look on his face when he said the phrase "the position of the goal" before he went on the field, it made people feel that he was too arrogant for no reason.

Mourinho frowned incomprehensibly: "Football is never a sport for one person, we pay attention to teamwork! You can score the last goal because of your good luck. If it wasn't for Drogba's pass , let alone those three, you can't score a single goal!"

Anyone with a discerning eye knows that Jose Mourinho is angry.

The best thing to do now is to obediently bow your head and carefully admit your mistakes, and admit your own series of shortcomings.

But Scorpius didn't even change his expression. He replied: "I can't score those three goals, but I can score three in other ways."

Mourinho sneered, raised his hand and pointed to the office door: "Don't you want to get off work? Boy, get out of my office now!"

Purple eyes blinked.

For a moment, Scorpius looked as if he wanted to explain something.But in the end, this time he didn't refute aloud, he just stood up calmly and walked out of Mourinho's office.

This is necessary, he needs some means to reduce the possibility of himself playing, to avoid the task of the system.Little help is better than nothing.

The mobile phone was set to silent, and after Scorpius put on a mask, sunglasses and hat and walked out of the Cobham training base, he did not check the more than 30 text messages, but directly called the person who sent the text message.

The phone beeped twice just now, and an unattractive luxury car parked at an unobtrusive corner by the road flashed its lights twice.

Scorpius hung up the phone smoothly, ran up in a hurry, bypassed the fans gathered in front of the training base, opened the door and sat in the co-pilot.

The car started the moment he sat firmly and put on his seat belt.

The man sitting in the driver's seat was wearing sunglasses like him, and before he took off his hat and mask, the blond man laughed and said, "It's not easy to pick you up, Mr. Westin, I'll wait here for a long time." Four and ten minutes for you."

Scorpius shrugged: "It's your own bad luck. I'm off work on the hour for 31 of the 30 days of this month. But you..."

He turned sideways to look at the handsome face of the man beside him, doubts flashed in his purple eyes: "Why does the famous Beckham have time to pick up a young player and go home from get off work?"