[Football] King Of Europe

Sebastian figured his thigh-hugger would be happy with that answer.

Because until he got out of the locker room and walked on the long road to the bus, he didn't receive the baptism of saliva and ridicule!

Thank you for your ingenuity!

The green-eyed boy got on the bus complacently, and was snorted by all his teammates as he escaped.He tried to walk to his seat with strides, but his eyes widened in shock from the unexpected visitor.

He and Mourinho walked at the back of the line, so they were the last group to get on the bus. At this time, Maniche actually took his exclusive seat next to Deco!

Sebastian gritted his small white teeth, ready to "threat" him to give up his position.

But Maniche winked at him and pointed in the other direction—at the front of the car.

Sebastian had a bad feeling.

The backcourt transfer from Benfica last season spoke in a tone that could be described as wary, but Sebastian bets he heard a snicker in there: "Sebastian... I think, sir Seems like you should go talk to him about the mysterious square in the Chelsea visiting dressing room!"

On the front of the car, the young marshal of Porto who had just sat down showed his handsome face from the aisle with a "kind" smile.

But... that is more cruel, ruthless, and terrifying than the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves!

Faria and Brito sat on the other side, and the seat next to Mourinho...was as empty as Sebastian's expression.

He swears he heard the titters of teammates, the medical staff, the coaching staff all over the bus.

With his head down, Sebastian walked pitifully along the aisle of the bus.

Mourinho murmured to his assistant coach: "Why are you afraid of this? It makes me look like a scourge, trying to eat him."

Porto's assistant coach and fitness coach have obviously heard about the scene in the visiting team's locker room. At this time, it is even more interesting to see the teenager whose jaw is almost on the ground.Brito laughed and joked, "No, José... Apparently, our green-eyed boy is more afraid of being thrown as a leather cushion by you. I think it's his frame..."

The assistant coach shrugged his shoulders and made a "you get it" gesture.

The members of the coaching staff who saw it in front of them all laughed out loud—absolutely crushed in minutes!

Obviously, there was only one vacant seat left for him.

With a smile that could be called a "good baby", Sebastian tried his best to shrink his sense of existence and rolled to that position.

He used the corner of his eye to sneak a glance at his coach. Mourinho was talking to the coaching staff on the other side. It seemed that he was simply letting him sit here and didn't want to talk to him!

Then what did you call yourself over?

The young man who said the wrong thing and was caught right now is feeling uneasy. He feels as if there is a sword of Dachmoris hanging on his head, which may be cut off at any time.His fragile neck is now exposed to the sharp edge of the sword, and he may take his head and body to say "goodbye" anytime, anywhere.

But the ramblings of his head apparently didn't stop his ears from picking up the conversation of the coaching staff.Mourinho was talking about the three friendlies in Germany, and about the refunded tickets, and... Kaiserslautern?

and many more!

He felt that his mind was confused, they only played two friendly games, didn't they?

One game against Hannover 96 had a spectacular result, and the other one was against Bayern Munich today, and the result... probably was earth-shattering.But what does that have to do with Kaiserslautern?According to my husband, they seem to be rushing back to Portugal soon!

"Sir... what three games are you talking about, why Kaiserslautern? Didn't we play against them...or are they our next opponent?"

Although he felt that this might divert the coach's attention to himself, Sebastian couldn't help but speak.Anyway, Mourinho has already finished talking with his coaching staff, and it is estimated that he will find him in a short time.

The Porto marshal turned his head around.

Sebastian whispered: "Are we going to play against Kaiserslautern? It seems to be very good..."

Mourinho raised his eyebrows, but he rarely heard what his young disciples would say about the game.

"Why does it feel good?"

"The newly promoted team won the top league championship in the first year... You must know, sir, Kaiserslautern and Otto Rehagel! The first time I heard about it is because of this!"

In fact, when many fans heard about Kaiserslautern for the first time, they were bound to be accompanied by this person-"Otto the Great" Rehhagel.This is a German football club, but with them, there is also the famous "Miracle of Kaiserslautern". In 1997, the Greek Rehhagel took over Kaiserslautern, who had been relegated to the second division. He brought the team back to the first division in the first season, and pushed the newly promoted team to the first division in the second season. The throne of the league championship shocked the entire football world.

At that time, Sebastian had already moved his family to Porto, which was far away from Germany, but even so, it did not prevent the myth of Kaiserslautern from spreading in the streets and alleys.Rehhagel was in the limelight for a while, and became a miracle that the entire football world talked about.

"This Kaiserslautern team is not that one."

From 1997 to 2003, six years have passed, and the characters have already changed, and they are no longer the Kaiserslautern team of Rehhagel.

"I know." Sebastian nodded, "but this has been engraved in their team history." He tilted his neck, looked around, and suddenly pointed at Mourinho cautiously. He beckoned.

Mourinho's mouth twitched by his mysterious action.

The young marshal of Porto decided to ignore his little disciple's convulsions. He said what he liked, and he didn't talk about it.

Sebastian looked through his eyes and didn't see him turn his head to the side, and finally... rested his chin in annoyance.

"Sir...you will definitely be recorded in Porto's team history."

Mourinho laughed outright.

Sebastian curled his lips.This sentence feels too narcissistic to say, like saying that if Mr. is recorded in the history of the team, then they-the whole Porto team will also be recorded.Of course he whispered what he thought, but Mourinho didn't give him this opportunity at all.

Mourinho patted his head, but in the middle of it, he changed it to clap.

Sebastian felt that sooner or later, he would be concussed by the young coach of Porto who loves to slap his head.

"Sir, sir... do we really have another match with Kaiserslautern?"

"If your brain isn't crushed by being a leather cushion... I think you should know what the 10th is."

Sebastian blinked—the 10th, what day is it?

The young marshal of Porto, who was so confused by his doubts, finally knocked him on the head heavily: "Alfonso Henriquez Stadium, if you don't remember it, just sit on the bench!"

"Ah!" Sebastian exclaimed, he remembered, the Portuguese Super Cup!

The annual football cup, the contestants are the champions of the Portuguese Super League and the Portuguese Cup last season.This championship is not an important competition, but it can hold a cup anyway!

Porto was a small triple crown last season!They won the league title, the UEFA Cup and finally won the Portuguese Cup by beating Leiria in the Algarve.But both the league title and the cup title are in their pockets, and they can't play another game against themselves.

According to the regulations of the Portuguese Football Association, if the champion team of the league and the cup are the same, then the runner-up of the Portuguese Cup will enter the Super Cup.That is to say, when the time comes, Porto's competitor will still be their old rival Leiria!

They were defeated 1:0 in the Algarve!

"Sir...why didn't they just send us the trophy?"

——This way you don’t have to play another game!Anyway, they are the champions of the two championships!The Portuguese Football Association might as well make a simple and quick decision. If the league champion and the Portuguese Cup champion are the same, the Super Cup will be awarded directly to them!

Mourinho didn't even bother to deal with such a stupid question. He was so stupid that he couldn't help it. This made him doubt his own vision——Sebastian was so stupid, how did he play those beautiful passes? of!Could it be said that when God gave him one aspect of talent, he would inevitably take away his other aspect? !

For example, the golf quotient and IQ of teenagers.

The young marshal of Porto didn't hide his speechlessness, he knocked on the boy's head directly: "Let me hear you say that again, don't say you were taught by me!"

It's like coming from another direction and severely losing his standard!

Sebastian rubbed his nose awkwardly: "Sir, I know...the games are played one by one, and the trophies are won one by one. I will definitely work hard for the Super Cup!"

The young marshal Porto snorted, and finally stopped using his full taunting skills.

The green-eyed boy finally heaved a sigh of relief. It seemed that the master was not upset by him, but just liked to attack his IQ from various angles.He didn't even deny that he said that he would work hard in the Super Bowl... This statement was actually a little narrow-minded, but the husband didn't refute him, so it seems that he will really have a place at that time!

Oh, it's just wonderful!

Another brand new, untouched arena!

Thinking of this, Sebastian couldn't help but feel happy, no matter how much Mourinho glared at him, he couldn't suppress the smile on his lips.He laughed so silly that Mourinho snorted.

There will be a Portuguese Super Cup match on the 10th, and it is not a few days away from today.Most of them have no other friendly matches to play, so they will fly back to Portugal, take a good rest, and then go to meet this championship.

Aha, it may be said, greet this cup with a full face!

Sebastian thought without humility.

"Sir...then our friendly match with Kaiserslautern is over?"

Mourinho didn't want to talk to him very much, but he still gave him an answer: "It was originally scheduled for the middle of the game between Hannover and Bayern Munich, but you have recuperated."

Well, at that time, they were all sick and injured in hotels and hospitals, chatting with the medical team about life.

What a sad reality!

He really wants to go to Kaiserslautern and take a look at the strikers who turned out in the World Cup!

Miloslav Klose!

But now, obviously, it was all he could think about.

Sebastian sighed, feeling a little regretful, and thinking about how many people he saw in today's game, he wiped away that bit of regret.He found the mobile phone from his backpack and pressed the green power button.The fluorescent light on the screen lit up, and he suddenly heard a "ding".

Short message prompt tone!

Definitely celebrate yourself, right!

Sebastian was almost bursting with joy. Although he generally said that he didn't care about those compliments, he was still very happy to hear people's compliments!And this number is a private number, the only people who know it are relatives and friends!

Is it dad or mom?or who?

Oh oh oh, I got Deisler's jersey, my dad will be very happy to take it back!

The teenager who had already started a beautiful fantasy in his mind swiped his fingers across the screen, and then he found that this text message did not come from his relatives, and even looked at the time, it was earlier than the start of the game.

But his cell phone rang "ding ding ding", and the text messages were bombarded like crazy, rushing into his inbox crazily.

Under Mourinho's gaze, Sebastian muted the notification tone of the text message on his mobile phone, and the "ding ding ding ding" sounded like this, which was really a bit stressful.

He scanned the inbox with his fingers, and was surprised to find that there were actually two text messages from Cristiano Ronaldo.One was sent after the game. Judging from the time, it should be just after the game ended.

His Portuguese friend praised his corner kick and said that he would never lose to him.

Sebastian snickered and typed a message: "You can do it", and then hit the send button.

Don't think he doesn't know, Cristiano has never scored skill points on corner kicks, and his fanatical hobby makes him basically devote his time to dribbling!

Then his finger moved to the first text message from the other party.

The content is unbelievably simple, but the information in it is like a stormy sea:

"I'm Manchester United's No. 7."

The author has something to say: only 998!Only 998!

Jumping off the building for a big sale, shocking the price of cabbage!

Mengmeng da Ergeng Jun take home!

There is also a slow and hot gentleman who will send you affectionately, and you can summon the plot gentleman if you collect all seven [……]

What are you waiting for?

#Where is my medicine#

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