[Football] Son of God Raiders Manual

Sir Alex Ferguson felt that he was very ill-fated tonight.

First of all, I have experienced such stimulation on the court, and I am also stimulated to go out for a glass of wine at night.After drinking, he will be blocked in a remote alley by the two culprits who frightened him the most!

"And, Kaka." Taking a deep breath, Sir Alex glared at them and went around the wall to open the driver's door. "I know that you young people have your own entertainment, and I have mine. I must emphasize here, if you dare to tell your Aunt Casey when you go back, I will..."

"I won't tell the truth, sir." Some raised their hands dumbfoundingly to promise, "In contrast, can you give us a few minutes?"

"A few minutes?" Ferguson squinted his eyes, and his sharp eyes swept over the two people standing in front of him, and then Ferguson, who had been with Manchester United through the ups and downs for more than ten years, had a hunch that those before It's just a cold appetizer, and the next few minutes will be the real "big meal"...

But now he really has indigestion, and he doesn't want to experience these things again at all!Do you know about caring for empty nesters? !

"How much impact will your few minutes have on me?" The expression on Ferguson's face showed extreme distrust. He leaned against the wall, and the expression on his face could be called gloomy. "I don't even want to know what you guys are trying to say to me, not at all. So go enjoy your night, lads!"

The Scot almost wanted to show his aura in the locker room and wanted to shout at this young man, but he still tried his best not to make his voice so loud, because now it was on the street, and on the street in a foreign country, this Obviously a very disgraceful thing to do, and a self-proclaimed old gentleman, he really can't do such a thing...

"But sir!" The Portuguese who had been following behind was anxious, and directly stretched out his hand against the wall, with such force that he even made a "boom", making him completely unable to escape, "this It's very important to me, so please sir...just a few minutes, okay?"

Ferguson froze for a moment, looked up at his young general, and realized something.

The Portuguese regard him as his second father and the person he respects the most, but now, he wants to introduce his sweetheart to his most respected elders. What does it mean?

It means that for him, the two parties he wants to introduce are people who are particularly important to him.

Ferguson sighed, then turned his head to look at the Brazilians who had already circled to the other side of the car and blocked his way from left to right.Under the dim light, the Brazilian's eyes reflected the bustling scene on the street like glass, and seemed to have nothing but indulge in his own world.

What kind of hard-hearted person can reject this person?

Ferguson sighed, and raised his hands to show that he had surrendered: "Okay, okay. Don't say what you want to say here, and find a place to sit down anyway..."

"Beep—" the whistle sounded sharply, and the three turned their heads together. A patrolman looked at them sternly with his whistle in his mouth, and walked over quickly: "What are you doing here?! Spread out!"

Kaka and he were stunned for a moment, then looked at the lord at the same time, the lord shook his head and muttered: "He thinks you two are bad boys who threaten the elderly and rob."

And when the patrolman approached, he was stunned: Even if he didn't know the old man and the young man on the left of the old man, he would always recognize the man on the right. The poster of that man often appeared on the streets of Milan, surrounded by a burst of red. black wind.

"Isn't this the Prince of Milan?" He began to reach out to touch his baton vigilantly, "Why, instead of being your big football star, you started doing such sneaky things on the street? So the little boy next to him Brother is your accomplice? Sure enough, people like you are pretending to be b and mischievous, and you know how to bully the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled!"

(⊙o⊙)——This is the expression of Kaka who was completely stunned by the criminal policeman and caused himself to be dumbfounded all the time.

(⊙o⊙)——This is the expression of someone who is so unknown that he can only be called an "associate" and doesn't even have a name.

(｀へ), (‵o′) Convex—this is absolutely unexpected that there are people who don’t know themselves, and they never expect that their disciples will be regarded as robbers, and they never expect that they will be classified The expression on Ferguson's face changed for the old, weak, sick and disabled.

In the end, the good-hearted criminal policeman who came to help was scolded by the flushed and angry Sir, who rolled up his sleeves aggressively. When he left in disgrace, he kept apologizing and expressing his misunderstanding. The two of them unconsciously showed sympathy to the criminal policeman.

"Cris, are you usually trained like this in the locker room?" Kaka asked in a low voice, suddenly feeling that he had lost all courage—although there was such a stubborn old man in his family, but that was his grandfather , anyway, they are also related by blood, but the old man standing here in front of him is intimidating...

"Basically, the firepower is even stronger. Sir, it may be because of the kindness of that little brother that he didn't say it too seriously." At the same time, he replied in a low voice. Indeed, his performance in the locker room in peacetime is worse Come to think of it, Sir Sir was even considered pleasant just now...

After the criminal policeman left, coach Ferguson turned angrily to look at them both, and shouted: "!" The Portuguese was startled, and immediately straightened his back: "Yes!"

"Didn't drink a bar before you came here?" Hearing his coach ask, the Portuguese blinked. "No."

"Very good." Ferguson nodded, then tossed him a key, "Drive, let's go to a quieter place."

The one who caught the key in a hurry was stunned, then looked at Kaka: "A secluded place?"

"Ah, I know that." Kaka nodded clearly, "There is a coffee shop in a relatively secluded location, usually not many people go there, we can go there."

"No, the cafe is not safe." Sir Alex gave the two of them a meaningful look, "Let's go back to the hotel."

Indeed, the hotel at this time is the safest for them.

"Okay, let's go then." Just as he was about to drive with the keys, he was grabbed by the people around him.

"Cris." Although Kaka grabbed his hand, he looked at Sir Alex. "I have always had a vision for Mr. Ferguson, can you let me drive?"

longing?Together with the Sir, his eyes widened in surprise.Why didn't he know that the Brazilians still had such longing for Ferguson?While it may be the dream of many players to play under Alex Ferguson...

But it seems that Brazilians are not included?

However, the Sir was surprised for a while and seemed to have figured something out. He narrowed his eyes and showed a meaningful smile: "...All right, young man. It just so happens that I have something to say to you."

Some words, he really had to avoid his little apprentice to say to this person in front of him.

So in a state of anxiety, Kaka took the master's car keys in his hand and opened the driver's door. "Please, I'll take you back to the hotel."

"it is good."

He could only watch helplessly as the door of the car provided by Xue Fulai was firmly closed, isolating him from the people inside, and he could only pinch his wrist, protesting in the system for Kaka Go live.

What made him a little uneasy was that Kaka didn't reply to him.

foder! !

The Portuguese was irritated and wanted to kill, but he could only endure the irritability in his heart, turned around and started Kaka's car, the gas pedal was rumbled by him, almost like a roar.

Hearing the roar of the Kaka car outside, Ferguson on the co-pilot showed a relaxed smile: "Look, we're making trouble again."

"He's just unhappy that we have something to say behind his back." Kaka replied softly, and started the car smoothly.He has something to say to this person, but those words must avoid the Portuguese.

It's not that he can't listen, it's just that being overheard by chance is different from being overheard on his own initiative... After all, he's here to express his determination.

He ignored the flowers on his already hot wrists, but pulled the car gear lever and let the car leave the parking space: "This is not the first time I see you."

"Of course not." Ferguson snorted, "If I had gone to fight the FA early at that time, you and the Portuguese boy would have fulfilled your long-cherished wish of playing in the same club."

"It really can only be said that it is destined." Kaka showed a helpless smile. "I used to be so close to Manchester United, didn't I?"

"Yes, but it turns out that you are doing very well in the Rossoneri, and Italy will become your second hometown." Coach Ferguson seldom made such an evaluation of a player, but it was nothing more than a kick to the one in front of him. The Brazilian in the three-year professional league, but he said so calmly. "Do you know why I made such an evaluation?"

"Why?" From the corner of Kaka's eyes, he noticed that the light reflected from Sir Alex's glasses covered his expression.

"Because you're worth it—just because you're the one that kid likes."