[Football] Son of God Raiders Manual

The Christmas holiday is coming to an end soon, and I don't want to recall what I have experienced in the past few days.

Painful, confused, even a little muddled, he didn't even know how he spent these few days, and he didn't even worry about other things outside, but he felt that someone had been by his side these few days. After leaving, even the water and food were being fed into the mouth. I could probably feel who the other party was. I wanted to open my mouth to let the other party rest for a while, but I couldn't say anything.

Although he was very anxious, he knew that there was nothing he could do now. He could only run forward with all his strength—in the chaos and the cold, he ran forward desperately, like a drowning man trying to catch The only driftwood.

He didn't know how long he had been running, even though he was very tired, he kept running until he saw a light in front of him.He wanted to speed up his pace, but his feet were so heavy that he could only walk slowly, until he touched the edge of the white light, someone reached out and grabbed him, and he woke up suddenly, and when he opened his eyes, he only saw the ceiling of his home—a familiar , home in Madrid, white ceiling.

For a split second he thought he was just having a long dream.

A hundred years, the system, starting all over again, Kaka, Silianzhuang... are all just my dreams.

If this was the case, then he would have to laugh at himself, and he would have such a dream after thinking too much, which would only make him sink into a deeper layer of self-disgust.It also proves how fragile his ego has been over the years.

A warm hand held his hand, and then a person appeared in his sight and looked at him with concern, his eyes were full of worry like a clear spring.

"Cris, are you okay, how do you feel now?" Hearing this man's voice, he could not speak for a long time, and finally he only felt his eyes blurred, and tears gradually rolled down his eyes.

Thank God, thank the system, it's all true.I also thank myself who has not upgraded. If I upgraded the system in 09, I would definitely not have such a deep feeling now-the ecstasy and disbelief of regaining it.

This life is not in vain.

Seeing the man on the bed suddenly start crying like a child, Kaka was startled. In a hurry, he couldn't find a tissue, so he could only hold him in his arms and use his own clothes to wipe off the stain on his face. Tears: "It's okay, I'm here Cris, I'm here... Thank you for your hard work, I'm here."

He was still there, he was still hugging the man tightly, and sighed reassuringly.

After a while, both of them recovered, and Kaka brought his favorite cod and bread to him who hadn’t eaten well for many days, and after feeding him a little bit, he wiped his mouth carefully , gave him a glass of water: "Can you tell me now, what have you experienced during this time?"

"It's nothing, speaking of it, I was just running non-stop." Thinking back, I found that it was indeed the case, "And I was still running in chaos. The situation was a bit like, a bit like..."

Suddenly thought of a possibility.

"Kind of like a loading progress bar..."

The two of them looked at each other, and at the same time refused to imagine the possibility - what would have happened if they hadn't run subconsciously at the time, the Portuguese just continued: "I ran and ran into a bright light, and then I ran there, and then I felt myself His hand was grabbed, and I woke up after that."

"Okay." Kaka smiled helplessly, "It's also fortunate that you run fast. Tomorrow is the time for intensive training. I have hidden you from your discomfort these few days, but tomorrow I really have nothing to do. "I don't even want to know how ugly Mourinho's face will be if he doesn't participate in training on the first day, but the biggest problem at present is that he feels that his nerves are a little weak, probably because the long-term "running" consumes a lot of energy." Mindful, Kaka hugged him and kissed: "It's okay, go to sleep, we'll talk about it tomorrow."

Sleep peacefully in Kaka's arms.

…If he knew that he would face this situation when he went out the next morning, he probably didn’t want to go out—even if he would be preached by Mourinho.

When he stood at the back door of his house, he was startled, because there were many reporters and friends standing outside, and Kaka had already gone back to his house to pick up the car from the small door, and he was the only one facing all the mad bees and butterflies .

"! I heard that you have a cold and are you better now?!" "I heard that you and several women partyed all night in your house just to cure your cold. Is this true?" "I heard that you Got syphilis?" "Did you get injured in some important part?"

Listening to these strange questions, the Portuguese immediately petrified. Junior was standing by his side at this moment. The Portuguese was in a good mood this morning and wanted to send his son to him for a rare time, but he encountered such a "grand event".

"Dad." The child pulled his trouser legs and subconsciously knelt down to hold the child in his arms, only to hear his baby whispering in his ear, "Dad, what is syphilis?"

Feeling the malice of the world, he could only say vaguely: "Syphilis is...probably from Messi's poison...Why do children ask so many questions?" In the end, some people even became angry and said that their children stuffed After getting into the car, he looked up at the reporters who were afraid of chaos, called the security guard to drive them away, and finally sent the child to school with a depressed mood.

When sending the children to the gate of the school, it was obvious that there were many reporters lurking here, but he ignored them and sent the children inside directly, and then looked at what was going on outside.

He seems to know who the instigator is these days. After all, a person left his home in a hurry today without saying anything, leaving only a note saying "go to training first." He doesn't think he should go to training first Let's read his jokes first!The Portuguese dialed the number of the Brazilian with malice towards the whole world: "Kaka..."

"Ah, Cris." Kaka's smiling voice came from the other end of the phone, but said, don't think he didn't hear Marcelo's snicker on the other side! "Junior has been sent to school, right? Hurry up and come to practice. The road in the center of Madrid is a bit congested today. Be careful not to be late." Mourinho has always taken a very serious attitude towards being late. If he is late today, I don't know how that person will deal with him!Secretly cursed the Portuguese national curse, then quickly sent the child to the door of the class to say hello to the teacher, and then rushed away immediately, but the urban area of ​​​​Madrid is full of traffic jams every day, so today I chose to take a detour to Valdebeba Si, even because of an emergency, he changed his clothes into training clothes on the road, drove all the way to the parking lot with full horsepower, and then quickly got out of the car with his shoes and rushed into the locker room. When the door opened, everyone They were all there, except that Mourinho breathed a sigh of relief and immediately began to take off his shoes, saying, "You all arrived early today, I thought I would be late today."

"Actually, you are indeed late." Kaka kindly reminded, "And you were 15 minutes late."

"I can't help it. I took a long detour, otherwise I should have arrived long ago." And he was changing clothes halfway and was almost seen by the traffic police. Fortunately, he didn't play hooligans. "What are you doing by detour?" Marcelo was a little puzzled, but it was obvious that the expression on his face was a bit exaggerated, and it was fake at first glance, "There is no traffic jam in downtown Madrid today."

He raised his head and glared at the innocently smiling Brazilian almost viciously. This person must have done it on purpose!

Mourinho actually doesn't like to go to the pitch to watch everyone during training, unless it is time to assign some new tasks, and honestly it might as well let him watch a few movies in the office-but obviously, Lafayette He didn't think so, so every morning, he had to walk around Baldbebas with a dark face against the cold wind, but he was used to it, after all, he was the coach and the other party was the chairman, and he had to obey the leader no matter what However, this does not prevent him from being unhappy watching anyone in the morning, not to mention facing the stars who are usually restless. Even if he sees the old man, he wants to take off his glasses and squeeze them into a ball before stuffing them back. in his mouth.

His face was particularly dark this morning, because he stood on the field of Valdebebas in the cold wind and waited for a long time without waiting for half a figure. The angry Portuguese coach kicked open the door of the locker room. Seeing that everyone was there, Mourinho stepped into the locker room with an angry smile, his whole body was covered with cold—partly because he was so angry, and partly because it was indeed so cold outside: "Why? Is it true that everyone doesn’t take me seriously? I’m still the head coach of the club. There are so many ways to deal with you. Even if it’s Ronaldo, Kaka, or anyone else, I will deal with it seriously ...What are your expressions?"

The sensitive Portuguese coach noticed that there was something wrong with the expressions of these people in front of him, then looked around and raised his eyebrows: "Also, where is your captain? Don't tell me that Casillas is still stuck in the center of Madrid, unless he really would love to be fined wages—”

"Coach..." The low voice sounded a bit like Casillas, but it was too close. Mourinho was taken aback. He looked around but didn't see the Spaniard, so he kicked again Foot door: "Igor, I have something to ask you, go to my office later!" This is equivalent to a disguised invitation to drink tea, but their captain still didn't show up, and the expressions of the team members in front of them all changed .

"Sir." In the end, Kaka couldn't stand it any longer, and pointed to the back of the door, showing an expression... that she couldn't bear to look directly at. "Igor was standing in the corner at the time, and when you opened the door, you gave a door panel and took a picture."

"..." Mourinho took a step back and closed the door without a word. Casillas was indeed behind the door. His nose and forehead were red, and his eyes were also red. He even folded his arms on his chest. Maybe he was gloating at that time While watching the excitement, he didn't know why he had to suffer such an indiscriminate disaster, so he could only look at him with eyes full of resentment.

After a moment of silence, Mourinho coughed lightly and glared at everyone: "Then, why don't you go out?"

... Mourinho, don't run away from reality, hey!

At this time, Marcelo took the lead and stood up: "Sir, we are discussing the celebration of the next game."

"Celebration action?" Mourinho's eyes changed. In fact, he is also the kind of coach who likes to shine. When he hears that his players have new ideas, he feels good. So after frowning and thinking for a while, he Turning around: "Don't think about such boring things, let's talk about it when we really score a goal!"

As he said that he walked out first, Marcelo whispered to Kaka at the end, "Don't look at the coach, he must have been thinking about how to celebrate." As a result, Mourinho stopped at the door, smiling Fei smiled and turned around. "Marcelo, come to my office... Igor, you don't need to come here, go see the team doctor."