[Football] Son of God Raiders Manual

Monseigneur called him?After thinking about it, recently, whether in the Champions League or in the league, I have been conscientious and diligent, and I haven't made any big mistakes!But after the next league game, they will go to Milan to play the Champions League at home. Could it be that Ferguson is worried that he will not perform well because of Kaka, so he wants to mention him?

How can it be?The Brazilian performed so well at Old Trafford, he must have a prestige when he goes to San Siro!Sir Alex really thinks too much!

The Portuguese knocked on the door of the Sir's office with full confidence, and the voice of the old Scottish man came from inside, without any emotion: "? Come in."

Intuition is wrong when entering the door.

Although it was still the same decoration and the same people, but for some reason, Shengsheng created a feeling of depression. The Portuguese subconsciously took a step back, but at the same time, Sir Alex spoke in a calm voice: "What are you doing at the door?" ? Close the door and come in, I have something to ask you."

Well, no matter what happened, Ferguson seems to be very calm now.The Portuguese respectfully walked to the table and called: "Sir."

"You will come off the bench for tomorrow's game."

Well, maybe Sir Alex is quite calm, but he can't calm down now. "Tomorrow's game?" Almost stunned, but tomorrow night is the league game, maybe Ferguson wants to let him retain his energy in the Champions League, and it is very common to rotate among giants. The man nodded, "OK."

"You don't ask me why?" Ferguson took off his glasses and raised his eyebrows and asked with great interest. The Portuguese blinked his eyes and lowered his head meekly again, just like Ferguson's Portuguese assistant teacher: "You You must have your own considerations for doing so, I believe you."

"Actually, I've always been very curious about what you say to me... I hope you don't suggest my words," the Scottish coach spread his hands, and the expression on his face became serious for a moment, as if he was not sitting In his own office, but on the bench at Old Trafford, he was pointing Jiang Shan and berating Fang Qiu. "Where does your unreasonable docility come from?"

The Portuguese scratched his head, thought for a long time and finally said: "It should be... from the respect in my heart. I don't mean to flatter you. After all, you see, I still know who treats me well." Yes, and I can tell that you really treat me as your disciple and train me instead of just treating me as a passing machine."

He can tell who is good to him, and he knows who is sincere for him, so he can't repay Sir Alex. All he can do is to work harder on the court and bring Manchester United game after game. victory.

That was one of the few things he could do for the venerable old man.

"Then what do you mean, you will listen no matter what I say?" Sir Alex stared at him sharply like a hawk, making the Portuguese pat his head unconsciously while his heart was shaking.

He really didn't do anything?What happened to Ferguson today, it seems to be aimed at him? "Sir, just tell me what you have, and I will listen." It's one thing to listen, but another thing to do it or not.

His lord naturally understood the meaning of his words and sneered.

"Then explain to me what is the relationship between you and Kaka?"

Blinking his eyes, he touched his nose.

"Just, just an ordinary friendship..."

"Ordinary friendship?" With a "bang", everything on the desk trembled. The Sir stood up from his office chair and walked in front of him, raising his hand and slapping him. "You and your friends kiss mouth to mouth? Tell you, I saw it in the parking lot four nights ago! Boy, do you think your career started too long and you want to end it early? "

This is the first time I saw the "hairdryer" Sir Sir with the subwoofer. The face of the old man in front of him was completely flushed with anger, and he glared fiercely at the young general in front of him, almost showing off the power of his hair dryer in the locker room with him. time exactly the same.But now he is not in the locker room, but now he is in his office. Although the sound insulation effect is guaranteed, no one can be sure whether a cleaning staff will pass by his door, so although the Scottish old man is so angry that he can't wait to growl, But still lowered his voice.

——At the end of the day, he is angry, and he is still reluctant to part with his young player. If this news is really spread, then Ronaldo's career will come to an end.

"I tell you ronaldo, I don't know if it's because of your hormonal disorder or something else, you'd better cut ties with that brazilian early! I don't want my favorite student to leave the field because he is not being tackled Broken leg, but because he's a queer (slang, pejorative, homosexual)! You know what I mean?"

"Sir," the Portuguese looked at him with a look of shock on his face. The Sir thought that what he said had worked, and just when he secretly breathed a sigh of relief and was about to take further measures, he was hugged. The Portuguese who hugged him looked excited. "You finally admit that I am your most proud disciple, sir! That's great!"

Doesn't this damn kid pay attention to the important points? ! ! !The lord was speechless because of the shock, and he managed to break free from the pincer-like arms holding him: "The point is not this! Did you hear what I said before? Hurry up and sever ties with him! Don't you Do you want to repeat the same mistakes?!"

The repeating of the same mistakes he said refers to the story of a football player who admitted that he was bisexual after retiring, but was shot dead by fans, and he was not a top star, just a first-class player, and now the Rockets The general rising speed of the Portuguese is completely different.

The Portuguese blinked: "But, except for my family and his family, no one knows my relationship with him. Now there is just one more you."

"...Isn't there enough?!" The lord was so angry that he picked up something from his table and threw it at the Portuguese casually.

The fluttering pieces of paper fell like snowflakes and hit the Portuguese. He didn't move, just lowered his head and let himself be vented.

"Do you think you are capable now?!" Another pile of papers.

"Have you ever thought about your career?! Are you going to ruin yourself just like this?!" The old Scottish man subconsciously felt bad when he threw it out this time, because the thing he was holding in his hand this time was obviously not good. Heavier than the previous piece of paper, the shape of that cylinder should be its own cup.But he has already thrown it out subconsciously, as long as the Portuguese dodges——

But the Portuguese didn't dodge, and the cup hit him directly on the brow bone.Although it was not smashed, in the eyes of the old man, the eyes of the downcast Portuguese immediately turned red, and his forehead also turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This scene is really familiar.It seems that during the 02-03 season, in the locker room, he also kicked a shoe away in a rage, causing almost the same damage to another No. 7, and that No. [-] also got red eyes on the spot. And stood up and almost rushed in front of him, the expression on his face was so fierce that he seemed to kill him, at that time his heart was almost broken.

So what now?What will the current No. 7 choose to do?

Yelling at him like his predecessors, and eager to move on?

But still didn't do anything, just stood there obediently as if nothing happened, with lowered eyes and red eyes pinching the corners of his clothes, like a child who has done something wrong facing his furious child The father is generally at a loss, and it seems that the dog who broke the owner's favorite cup is accepting the owner's anger-but even so, the child still has no thought of hurting his father, and the dog still will not hurt his owner.

Facing such a Portuguese, how could he have the heart to continue getting angry at him and throwing things at him?

Ferguson sighed, walked behind his desk, picked up his glasses, put them on, and rubbed his temples wearily. "You didn't listen to what I said, did you?"

"Sir, I..." The Portuguese opened his mouth to say something, fell silent for a while, and finally avoided his question. "I love him."

Sir, he felt that he was going to despair. His wife was studying the constellations these two days, and when she was talking about it, she specially took a typical Aquarius—yes, it was—as an example. The young general also listened to a few words, but in fact he still had a disapproving and sneering attitude.

Constellations are things like little girls' letters.

However, when he really faced his little apprentice's face today, he found that what the constellation said was actually quite reasonable, and now he pulled out what his wife said from the depths of his memory.

"Aquarius like this, they are both fickle and philanthropic, but if they get serious, no one will say it's useless, if they don't hit the south wall and don't look back, they hit the south wall..."

Looking at the young man with red eyes in front of him, Ferguson pinched the bridge of his nose, and consciously added the next sentence.

"Go to his (.) mother's south wall, push it and continue walking..."