[Football] King Of Europe

In fact, Mourinho himself doesn't really believe in those transfer rumors, but he can't hold back what the newspapers say.There are more and more quotations on the table like snowflakes, and they come from all kinds of clubs from all over the world. The Porto young marshal thinks that if he collects all those papers and sells waste paper, he may make a small profit.

Whoops, far away.

Of course he didn't believe what the media said, and the players he trained were a little bit at ease, especially when the kid was still so determined.After the training of the Porto team the next day, he called Sebastian into the office and waved the newspaper in his hand at the boy.

Jim Ryan's smile was so rippling that it burst out of paper.

Sure enough, the boy immediately wrinkled his face into a bun: "Please, sir, this kind of statement...do you think it has any credibility!"

Aha, of course he thinks it has as little credibility as the Mariana Trench in the Pacific Ocean.

But his silent reaction obviously misunderstood the young man, Sebastian stood in front of his desk, propped his hands on the desk, and felt like he was moaning weakly: "...that's what I got from the club There are only two internal tickets for one person! I am not enough, or Andre kindly gave me one of his tickets! This is the ticket arranged for me by the club. Behind that."

If only I knew...

If he knew, he could only give the tickets to his parents. He couldn't make them look down on the game because of this reason!This is the first game of the new season!Although I... didn't play on the court for a few minutes.

Ugh!

Jorge Mendes is actually nothing to do, but that Jim Ryan next to him, I don't know where he got such perseverance and determination, thinking that he will be able to persuade himself to go to Manchester.When Cristiano called, he told him that he was sent by Jim Ryan to persuade him, even if it was impossible, he would try it!

Sebastian drooped his head: "Sir, you know I'm not interested in Manchester United...how could it be more attractive than here."

"Oh?!"

"I don't know Sir Alex Ferguson, and he doesn't know me...I don't think everyone has your courage."

Mourinho was amused by him and laughed: "Are you beating around the bush and praising your head coach?"

Sebastian blinked and blinked: "Yes! Sir... Can I praise you?!"

Mourinho: ...

This shameless dead child who is as thick-skinned as the corner of the Great Wall!

"I'm struggling alone in Manchester. I'm a fool to go there. When I look around, I don't know anyone, and I don't know anyone... Do you have the heart to let your disciple live on the streets of a foreign country so pitifully!"

Mourinho... He was deeply impressed by the words of his young disciple. If someone didn't understand this, he would think that he was living in dire straits, trapped in the [-]th floor of hell and couldn't escape!

"You don't seem to know the Lisbon kid."

Sebastian's eyes widened: "Sir! Do you know what it means to be 'a fellow countryman sees a fellow countryman, with tears in his eyes'! Suffering will only make life more terrible!"

This child is full of fallacies to talk nonsense, he is not afraid of the sky, he is faster than anyone else in expressing his loyalty, and he is better than anyone else when he is self-defeating.I have never seen such a cheeky... oh, weird!

Mourinho's face couldn't hold back anymore, he rolled up the newspaper and knocked him on the head and yelled, "Go back to your training! Otherwise, I'll let you know what suffering is superimposed!"

Sebastian staggered, and fled as if flying with wings on his back: "No! Let Faria use the big move again, and my blood bar will be emptied!"

Empty it!Empty it!Empty it!

From the window, I could see that the child was alive and kicking on the turf, and the phrase "blood bar" was cleared up in his mind!Mourinho threw the newspaper into the trash can accurately, and saw the kid stalking the second goalkeeper Nuno to practice free kicks with him. Nuno seemed to be entangled by him, and finally walked towards goal.

ha!Damn boy!

Every time I said I couldn’t take it anymore, but I was always trained like a dead dog panting the day before, and came to report alive the next day. Faria secretly increased his training volume, and often ate it too. , there is no discomfort.

This squeamish and confused little temper, tsk tsk!

The young Marshal of Porto, who was in a good mood, had no thoughts of work at this time, so he sneaked out of his busy schedule and leaned against the window to watch the boy practice free kicks.He flipped a net bag of balls from the equipment library to his side. Deco stood at the corner of the penalty area, and he didn't know what to say. He suddenly laughed and pulled another net bag of balls to his side.

Mourinho wondered what these bastards were going to do. They stopped training, and they all rushed to the front of the penalty area with a "boom", and the tall ones entered the penalty area and began to line up the wall. The one next to him clapped his hands, and someone ran behind the goal very attentively, apparently planning to pick up the ball.

If you use that energy in every game, you won't be bragging about being unbeaten in 38 rounds!

What does this do? !

Monk Zhanger Mourinho couldn't figure it out, so he could only lean against the window and watch.Both Deco and Sebastian were standing behind the arc top of the penalty area, which is more suitable for free kicks. Deco held the ball in his left hand, and his right hand was on his hip. He looked like a bitter and vengeful debt collector.Sebastian, who was standing next to him, put the ball on the ground.

He took a few steps back, as if taking a deep breath, and ran up—

The human wall took off suddenly, but at the same moment, they realized that they had made a mistake!

Because he actually punished him with a ground ball!

The city walls of Porto were stunned, and Nuno was annoyed at the statue pillar, without opening a hand.

Sebastian grimaced at the unbelievable wall of flesh.

Maniche couldn't bear it anymore, rushed up and knocked him on the head angrily: "Damn boy! Are you such a cheater! Curve ball, curve ball, didn't you learn the curve ball!"

"This is called soldiers never tire of cheating... soldiers never tire of cheating...haha!"

The proud little ending sound could be heard clearly even in the office, it really made people want to grab the little soft flesh off his face.

Everyone in Porto rushed forward, wanting to knock him all over the head with their teeth and claws.

Without saying a word, Deco walked very calmly to where he was just now.

Now Mourinho basically understands that the two midfielders in the team are now competing for free kicks!

Then it was Sebastian's turn to be dumbfounded this time, because the wall didn't budge, serving as the perfect backdrop for Deco's weird curveball to score.

The two came and went, and they played nine balls in a short while.Deco hit four, but Sebastian... he hit three.

Mourinho estimated that they were going to kick ten goals. Now, even if Sebastian scored by himself, he had to count on Deco not being the last one to score.But he didn't believe that his arrogant little disciple could score goals, because after he hit three in a row that caught people's attention, all the next six were sent to the sky to act as anti-aircraft guns. On the contrary, Deco was silent Slowly chased back.

Then, surprisingly, the ball was kicked in by him, with a slight arc, but more strength.

Everyone in Porto looked at Deco, and then watched as the Brazilian, who had a great opportunity, sent the ball directly to the wall.

Escape from the dead?

draw?

Seeing them muttering, it seems that they haven't decided yet? !

Sebastian sat on the turf with his little head in his hands, without saying a word, as if he was too tired to get up.

Mourinho looked at his innocent little expression and sneered.

Pretend, you continue to pretend!

Ten free kicks are not as tiring as the little homework that Faria gave him, so let him continue to pretend!

Marshal Porto turned around with big strides, picked up a snowflake from his desk, folded it into a paper airplane three times, walked to the window sill, aimed, and squeezed his wrist——

With a whoosh, the paper airplane rushed out.

In the incredible eyes of everyone in Porto, he hit the red heart.

The human wall background board realized the source of the paper plane and looked at each other.

The poor, targeted little guy rubbed his head speechlessly, turned around and saw Mourinho's sneering expression on the building——

"Whoosh" jumped up all of a sudden!

"Come on! Andre, let's fight another three hundred rounds!"

After some bold words and high ambitions, it’s a pity that they all went to the east, and the teammates laughed out of face: “Haha, Sebastian! He was hit by the plane with the sir!”

"A treat! A treat! A treat! Look, Mr. has chosen all the restaurants!"

Spreading out the paper airplane, Sebastian was overwhelmed——

How did a Spanish seafood restaurant advertisement fly into the Porto training base, which is said to be heavily surrounded and impenetrable!

The author has something to say:

DC hat-trick~ Xiaofa assists brush~After brushing the goal pit Kavat~hey~

Let’s sing the repertoire~ After brushing the Goal Pit Kavat~

Hey~ Beautiful as a picture~ Beautiful as a picture~

Finally, here is the scoreboard. Forgive me for being unrestrained and unruly in my life, I will cut it to [-] million!establish!Link!

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