[Football] King Of Europe

Costinha has already rushed towards that place. Jorge Costa is not in this game, and Vitor Baia is the goalkeeper again, so he is responsible for communicating with the referee!

While running, he didn't forget to look at his young teammates who were entangled in it. Sebastian walked towards the coach's bench by the side of the field with both feet, as if he didn't intend to care about the things behind him at all.

Ugh!

Well, who told him to be responsible for wiping the ass? !

Mourinho looked at Sebastian as if he had seen a ghost.

His eyeballs were completely fixed on the copper-colored football boots the boy was carrying, and he had already seen his feet in socks before that.Just walking all the way in socks... Damn boy!What about shoes!Just throw it there and don't want it?

"Where are your shoes!" Mourinho said with a straight face.

"No more." The boy's answer was as straightforward as he imagined.

Although Porto's young marshal had expected it, he couldn't help but frown when he heard it.Then his eyes uncontrollably turned from the football boots the boy was carrying to his face.

yo!

Still angry.

Sebastian's face was full of anger, and his mouth was pursed. He looked at his jersey as if there was a deep hatred between the two, as if he wanted to throw it into a crushing machine and grind it up. .

He just stood on the edge of the court wearing his grass and dirt-covered socks, and the referee didn't come over to control him. He is still busy yelling at the streaking fan who has attracted most people's attention!

"Did you just throw it away?!"

"I should have a spare." Sebastian replied confidently. He felt that he never wanted to wear that silver football boot again. Suspicious water stains, the little liking inside... all will disappear.

"Just change it!"

Mourinho frowned, almost laughing out of anger at his words.He actually left his football boots there and wanted to find a spare...?

"I don't wear it anymore, I don't want to wear it anymore! Sir!" Sebastian raised his voice, "I want to change a shoe!"

Without saying a word, Mourinho waved to the staff behind him.

Porto's logistics came up wiping sweat and almost collapsed.He took advantage of the rush to find equipment just now, but... this is not the Antas Stadium in Porto, there are not so many football boots to wear!

Before I came here, I thought about the wear and tear of everyone's equipment, so I brought jerseys, shorts, socks and so on.But the boots...they don't really have boots!

"Sebastian..." Seeing the boy's expectant eyes, the staff felt that what he said was killing his hope, "We... really didn't bring football boots."

His eyes widened in an instant!

This expression just happened to be received by the camera on the big screen!

So everyone saw that after the Porto staff said something, their boy, who was wearing only football socks, opened his eyes very wide in an instant, as if he had fallen into a certain emotion called astonishment.

"Ah, poor Porto No. 15, he seems to be talking to the club staff...he has no shoes to wear!" The commentator laughed, and he seemed to realize that it was not good to say it, so he finally coughed lightly A few times, suppressing his own laugh, "He threw his other football boot on the field, as if he didn't want it anymore? Aha... It seems that the streaking fan brought him a little psychological pressure I don’t know what’s going on, just now he was scared and took a few steps back!”

He doesn't want his football boots anymore?

On the court, that silver football boot was indeed lying there alone, as if it had been forgotten by its owner.

On the sidelines, Porto's internal negotiations are still going on.

"Not even one?!"

"Really... there is no one left! Deco has a spare, but you can't wear his!" The poor staff found that the head coach didn't help at all, and their players——their faces were plain It was written that he didn't want to pick up that football boot at all. It's not that he couldn't understand the boy's mood, but the key point was...there really are no shoes left!

The staff took out a pair of football socks they found out: "This one can be changed!"

While speaking, his eyes had already turned to his feet covered with mud and grass clippings. After thinking for a while, he finally said cautiously: "Sebastian...someone spat on the grass just now, you'd better... change it a pair of socks."

In the next second, he noticed that the boy's face had turned dark.

Sebastian felt that it was impossible to be friends happily, how could it be like this!The turf that I walked through...

Nothing at all!Nothing at all!Nothing at all!He could only comfort himself in this way, trying to ignore the feeling of sweat on his feet.

There are unknown water marks on the football boots in the front, and spittle from the players on the turf in the back... It's like getting out of the wolf's lair and into the tiger's mouth again!

Mourinho had a panoramic view of his neon-like colorful expression, and he was about to laugh, but his face was stern: "Go and pick up the football boots yourself."

What a terrible order!

"Why! I don't know if it's saliva or something, so I don't want to wear it anymore!"

"...you can't play barefoot on the court." Mourinho's words hit the nail on the head, "If you still want to be on the court, you'd better pick it up yourself."

very good!

It was aimed at what he was most afraid of!

"Otherwise I will replace you!"

The staff member wiped his sweat from the side, involuntarily stuffed the ball socks in his hand into the boy's hand, and then immediately moved away three feet away, trying to stay away from the conversation between the two - it was like an angry child talking to the boy. Adults who discipline disobedient children, when did the roles in Porto's team get misplaced like this!

Sebastian turned his head and turned his gaze back to the field with great difficulty. The player who fell in Leiria had already been expelled with a red card, and the fan was also carried outside...

Huh, something seems wrong? !

Where are his shoes? !

and many more!

Sebastian immediately turned his head around and whispered, "My shoes are missing."

Mourinho's temples twitched, feeling like his veins were about to pop out, but when he saw...the shoes had disappeared on the court.

The terrible thing is... the referee is walking towards this side!

And his complexion doesn't look very good!

Sebastian's back was turned to that side, so he didn't know what happened behind him, but Mourinho was on the sidelines, but he saw all this clearly.The referee is now coming over with a serious face...Damn it!

He must have finished dealing with the matter over there, and now he is free to take care of this side!

The best solution would be for Sebastian to put his boots back on and roll back on the pitch—preferably as far as he can get before the referee comes.But...his shoes disappeared too!

Costinia ran after him, but the referee also trotted all the way.The black-clothed judge looked very serious, and Mourinho felt that there must be something bad waiting for Sebastian!

"Sir, please return to the stadium!"

"Okay, but my shoes fell off!" Sebastian knew he couldn't fight the referee, so he pointed out his situation.

Then he received a yellow card, accompanied by the referee's expressionless face - because he left the field without any reason.

Ah well...

It's really a new posture to get a yellow card.

But his problem was still not solved.

The referee showed a yellow card and was about to go back, but after walking a few steps, he found that the player who had just received the yellow card was still standing on the sidelines, staring at his coach, without moving a single step.

As a result, the hand he had just put down had a tendency to be raised again.

Mourinho's eyelids twitched, and now his complexion was really as dark as the bottom of a pot.

Shouldn't he just get two yellow cards?

"Sebastian!"

Jorge Costa, who was on the bench, rushed up with lightning speed and handed him a pair of football boots: "Here you are, sneakers!"

Sebastian's gaze... moved to Jorge Costa's socks-only feet.

This……

The referee's gaze shifted, and finally, the elbow that had not been raised was put down and pressed down: "Please hurry up."

Sebastian took the shoes in the captain's hand, and the remaining temperature has not retreated. Thinking about Jorge Costa's feet wearing only socks - it was just to avoid accidents, and he immediately took them off for him. his!

But, he can't put it on at all!

Even if he had fooled the referee just now, he still wouldn't be able to wear these shoes!Because Jorge Costa's feet are bigger than his!

The captain of Porto can't control this at all now. While feeling that his teammates are really worrying, he hopes that the referee will leave quickly: "Okay, let's make a living... why did you throw your shoes away, hey , Sebastian, hurry up! Wear two more pairs of socks!"

You can't even wear two pairs of socks!

But he still changed the socks in his hands silently, and put on Costa's shoes.

Well, the captain's shoes, a bit bigger, are still better than the ones the streakers have had.

Walking and swinging.

Mourinho's face was too dark to read.

The young marshal of Porto gestured at the fourth official, feeling that he would have a heart attack if he looked at the figure swinging around in ill-fitting shoes again.

"Hurry up, we have to change people!"

As a result, he found that the fourth official was not in his position, and he didn't know where he went.

When he came back, he also brought a silver football boot, which was very familiar, and it was almost the same as the copper one under his feet, except for the color difference.And the fourth official still had a smile on his face: "Ah, Mr. Mourinho, your player's sneakers were found... just now they were worn away by that fan."

The author has something to say: Hahahahahahahahaha senior sister said that there will be snipers around the school tomorrow

Tell us not to go out and wander around 233333

Aim at a quasi-yoooooooooooo~~

Happy Mid-Autumn Festival xd

#今日作者 took medicine and felt more cute#