football fanatic

It was hot and dry in October in Madrid. Jose Mourinho breathed heavily on his chest. His ass temper came out. He obviously could have unbuttoned his shirt to make himself more comfortable. A good shirt and suit, with a meticulous posture and his frowning, you can know that he is in a temper right now without a narration.

Mourinho knows that he has a strong desire for the football world. He is the special one. He won the first treble for Portugal.Especially after he defeated the powerful Arsenal and Manchester United at the feet of the Blues, and brought Chelsea the first English top league championship in 50 years, he became the special one in the hearts of every Blues.

Everyone at Stamford Bridge loved him, and Mourinho also showed his unswerving love for Chelsea, as if he could still stand on the coaching bench at Stamford Bridge decades later and become Chelsea's Ferguson.

damn it!Mourinho cursed, since the Ukrainian came, everything has changed.After weighing again and again, he abandoned Shevchenko. Contradictions, pressure, quarrels, and defeats followed one after another. After the draw with Barcelona yesterday, Mourinho faintly felt exhausted.

Mourinho is still the arrogant Portuguese, but he is tired of the bad atmosphere of Chelsea, Abramovich's superstar policy disrupts his tactics and the locker room, and the Russian with a distinctive personality is also wary of the part-time Murry Neo upstages him.

"Everything seems to be over." Mourinho rubbed his face.

There was a game on the pitch in front of him and Mourinho let go of the hell Chelsea so he could focus on the pitch. .Suddenly, Mourinho leaned back slightly, narrowed his eyes and looked at a black-haired boy in the field.

Football is like being glued to the black-haired boy's feet. It is almost difficult for the opponent to steal the ball from his feet. The black-haired boy's ball sense and technique are superb, a bit like the little guy in Barcelona.The black-haired boy used a small range to quickly change directions to shake away the two opponents, but angered the opponent's last two defenders. The two opponents used ruthless tackles to intercept and slid directly at the black-headed boy. Only one can pass!

This obviously vindictive action made Mourinho stand up abruptly. He vowed that if the referee did not show the card, he would definitely let the referee know why the card was red.

The black-haired boy kicked the ball continuously with his left and right feet, and he swayed directly from the middle of the two to form a single shot.He made a burst shot, and the football rushed to the net with full strength.

Listening to the cheers of more than a dozen people in his ears, Mourinho saw that one person was holding a scoreboard in his hand, and another person excitedly flipped one over. The score on the scoreboard became 8:0.

"Bi Xia, that's amazing!"

"Come on! Bi-Xia-! Fuck them!"

"Big Four! Big Four!"

Mourinho knew that half of this disparity in the score was definitely created by the black-headed kid.Looking at the black-haired boy running around the field, piercing back and forth, almost passing the opponent's defense line into a sieve.

The technique at the feet is very flexible and delicate, the speed is very fast, and the sudden turn and stop are very good. The combination of genius ball feel, speed, explosive power and balance ability makes the most terrifying player.

Mourinho took out his mobile phone and took a picture of the black-haired boy, and passed it to his assistant Boas.

But a few minutes later, with a ding dong, Mourinho opened the message.

Bi Xia: February 1988, 2, China, Castilla's striker and offensive midfielder, is the main player of the Castilla King's Cup, 19-2005 Spanish U-2006 champion, scored 19 goals , with 45 assists.

I want this player. — Mourinho

Boss, every player's dream since childhood is to play at the Bernabéu. —— Boas

Mourinho laughed out two dimples.

The Bernabéu is just an exciting process, she will never be the first and the end. — Mourinho

Boss, I heard that Raul and Guti recommended Bixia to Capello. —— Boas

Then me or Capello, who is more handsome ╮(╯▽╰)╭——Mourinho

Boss, the key is Raul and Guti. —— Boas

Raul and Guti, the most loyal and handsome white knights at the Bernabeu, are legends of an era in Real Madrid, and they are the idol and dream of Castile.Mourinho put his mobile phone in his trouser pocket, put his hands in his pockets, and walked to the sidelines to observe the dark-haired kid up close.

The black-haired boy dribbled the ball directly into the middle with a fake move, and suddenly spread his arms, and made a big arc with his left foot. Everyone would think that he was planning to do medium and long-distance teleportation.As a result, the black-haired boy made a 90-degree sharp turn that almost violated the laws of physics, turned a long pass into a through ball on the ground, kicked a deadly pass, and helped his teammates succeed in anti-offside.

Excellent personal skills, wide vision, flexible mind on the field, have a big picture, can break through and cooperate.

The more he looked, the more Mourinho could feel that the black-haired boy had a football talent that was maddeningly jealous.

The media called him a slave to money and praised Ferguson and Wenger for their ability to train young players.The last time they won against Manchester United, Ferguson showed off with a blushing face, "I will train a Mr. Footballer, can you?"

can you

Of course I can.

God, after god, me! (God first, me second!)

Mourinho turned around casually, and Bi Xia rushed out from the side, revealing half of his body from behind Mourinho, with jumping broken lights on his sweaty black hair.The sun enveloped the two of them, creating a golden halo.

Click!

Mourinho winked his eyes in the direction of the sneak shot, and the reporter dropped the camera in his hand in fright. Mourinho stepped forward to pick up the camera for him and handed it to him. When he saw the champion coach up close, The CPU in the rookie reporter's brain was overheating, and the machine crashed all of a sudden, unable to cope with the situation at hand.Mourinho hung the camera around the rookie reporter's neck, and taught him sincerely, "Sir, if you lose it, your boss doesn't care; if the camera breaks, I think you can hand in your resignation report."

Two years later, when Bi Xia became famous in Inter Milan, a rookie reporter suddenly released this sneaky photo.

A Portuguese, a Chinese, equally young, equally ambitious.After the two met, the mentor and apprentice began to conquer European football.It began to feel to the most sensitive observers that world football was undergoing a revolution.

Smelling from kicking, Bi Xia ran into the dormitory, took off his jersey and rushed into the bathroom, Bi Xia shivered from the cold water.The shower fell and slid along his smooth hair and raised head towards the strong and beautiful muscle lines.

After washing his hair, Bi Xia turned off the water, and after listening to the voices outside, he opened the shower door, "Mata, you have been born of a mouse in your life, and you have been sneaking around all day long!" After shouting, Bi Xia After getting rid of a lot of dryness in his heart, he slammed the door shut again.

Juan.Mata was frightened by Bixia's violent roar and his heart skipped a beat. He clutched his heart and fell on the bed, and shouted at the bathroom, "Why are you shouting, you are responsible for the heart attack!" He raised his arms , and Morata who came over lazily, "Don't be so nervous, just treat it as your dormitory, whatever you want." The attitude of the owner made Morata suspect that he had visited the wrong dock and found a second-hand guy.

The bathroom door opened, and Bi Xia came over with his bare upper body in big pants. He put his stinky jersey on Mata's head, "Borrowing flowers to offer Buddha, you are a quick learner." The teenager who just joined the Real Madrid reserve team has brown hair, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his pouty face slightly reduces his handsome features. Morata is close to 15 meters at the age of 1, and has a strong figure.

"Hi, Bixia." With a change of arrogant attitude, Bixia is completely a kind and reliable model of seniors to Morata.

Morata held Bixia's hand, "Alvaro Morata Martin, you can call me Morata." He and Bixia smiled, and the corners of their mouths curled up habitually to the right.Morata was very generous, but Bixia could feel the trembling of his fingertips.

Bixia opened the refrigerator and asked Morata what to drink.

Mata preempted: "Orange juice, thank you!"

Bixia turned around, "Only mineral water, sir." He rolled his eyes at Mata.

Mata sat obliquely on the bed, spreading his hands, "OK, I won't pick."

Bi Xia took out the orange juice, he threw a bottle to Morata, raised his arm and threw the bottle back, thinking of smashing the stinky traitor to death.

Mata took the orange juice and smiled, he knew that Bixia would not refuse him.Bi Xia pouted his buttocks and rubbed against Mata's body when he was sitting on the bed. He pushed Mata to the other side in disgust, "Go away! Get away, it's so hot." Mata gulped down half a bottle of water , put the cap on the bottle and put it on the bed, he moved to the place where Bi Xia was sitting, and his thighs clung to his lower back, "This is my bed."

Bi Xia pushed his thigh away.

"once."

Without giving up, he leaned over again.

"If no one sleeps, it's still mine."

Bi Xia raised his eyes and glanced at him, "Still thinking about this place after you leave? Valencia hasn't owed you a bed yet."

Mata crossed his hands behind his head, lying on the bed, squinting at Bixia, he raised his legs, "Bixia, you shouldn't cover up your missing me with duplicity. That's right!" Mata shook his legs in shock, " Castilla couldn't find anyone who was handsomer than me or played better than me."

Snapped!

Bi Xia slapped him on the thigh, and the rough man's hand hurt so much that Mata hugged his thigh and rolled around.Bixia raised his eyes, just in time to meet Morata's uncontrollable curiosity. He blushed, very grateful that he had just come out of the bathroom.Morata couldn't tell from Bixia's flushed face that Castilla's top scorer was shy.

An arm wrapped around Bi Xia's neck from behind, and five fingers scratched his chin, causing Bi Xia to bite his mouth.Mata breathed in pain, not forgetting to introduce the children.

"Morata, the little brother who follows me, I haven't been able to get rid of this little tail for more than ten years. He was just transferred to Castilla, a genius in 92. Don't be cute if you have something to do. "Durable" Mata took his younger brother to the pier, facing Bi Xia, with the expression of "please fuck it" on his face, and turned his face to look like Huang Shiren's bandit, "Hey, brat, if you lose my face, Seeing you go back, I won't beat you to death."

Bi Xia: "Your face was already trampled on the ground by you." ==

"Bi, who are you brother!" (⊙o⊙)

"Honesty is an advantage. I rarely only have this advantage. Do you want me to give up!" ╮(╯▽╰)╭

Morata chiseled one after another to call back the IQs of the two idiots, and Mata shouted, "You can't hold back and find a place where there is no one to laugh! Chiss! Chiss! You think you are blocked The water dispenser at the faucet.”

Morata muttered, "It's also Real Madrid's water dispenser anyway."

Mata's forehead twitched in pain, and the words of this brat pierced his heart and lungs. Mata ran to Valencia without even grabbing the water dispenser in Real Madrid.

Morata is a very well-rounded striker whose goal-scoring instinct and opportunism have made him one of the top scorers in Spanish football's underage group.Different from Bixia and Mata's embarrassing 18 years old, he is still young, he has the strength and time to dream that one day he will wear a white jersey, and he also firmly believes that he will appear in the much-anticipated Bernabeu court.

After Morata left, the room was silent for a long time. There was an arm's distance between Bixia and Mata, and the body temperature of the other party was warm on his body.

"I didn't see you play in the Valencia game." Emotionally angry Mata moved to Valencia, but Bi Xia still approved of this choice rationally. After all, the player's competitive career is limited, after all, he spends money on the second line The result of the team is that no matter how talented the player is, he will only end up hurting Zhong Yong.

Mentioning this, Mata wondered whether the choice of leaving Castilla was correct. He sighed for a long time and convinced himself, "In Valencia, as long as the coach approves of me, I can play. But here, We claim to be Real Madrid's reserve team, but everyone knows that the Bernabéu does not want superstars."

Bi Xia pushed the person next to him with his shoulder, "Last month, the captain and vice-team came to Castilla, and they told me that they would recommend me as the coach." His eyes were bright and his eyelashes were long , The fluttering itch entered people's hearts.

Mata turned over, lying lazily on the pillow, squinting his eyes half-closed, "Their commitment is like farting, it is of no use except polluting the air. Negredo moved to Almeria, Soldado officially joined Hertha Fei, I went to Valencia. Compared with Portillo, we are lucky, at least we have a chance to prove ourselves. Look, who still remembers the golden boy back then!"

Bixia remembers that handsome senior, he is a player with the reputation of "Raul II", and he still holds the Spanish youth record of scoring 700 goals.Portillo, who could have had a bright future, became the first victims of Perez's superstar policy. From Florence to Bruges, Tarragona, Osasuna, the star-faced But he can only become a football homeless man, and his state is getting worse.

Bixia thinks of Portillo and even has the painful memory of being terminated. Every time he thinks of this Bixia, he is terrified. He is also 18 years old. Find another job.

"Castile can have countless Raul IIs, but Real Madrid has only one Raul." Bi Xia imitated Guti's tone and cursed, "That lucky Atletico kid."

Mata was amused, smiling like a mischievous cat with her yellow-brown eyes.

"Mata?"

"Ok?"

Bi Xia turned his head, "Do you think it's okay for me to transfer?"

Mata pursed his lips, a little helpless, "It's the best to enter the first team." He looked into Bi Xia's eyes, a little upset, "I never told anyone, even if I go resolutely, leaving the card Stilia, I am very sad. But I have waited here long enough, obviously the Bernabeu loves superstars more, so I can only choose to leave. You know, I have dreamed since I was a child..."

"Just being able to play at the Bernabeu."

"Just being able to play at the Bernabeu."

The two had a tacit understanding, looked at each other, and fell down together with a smile.

The dream can only look at the Bernabeu, and at this moment the two of them are like abandoned young eagles, lost in the starry sky of the Bernabeu.

After being happy, Mata saw that Bi Xia frowned, and his black eyes unconsciously showed melancholy... He sat up and said loudly, "Based on your performance in Castilla, there will be many clubs in Spain. Rushing to sign you."

Bi Xia smiled, and after a long time, he moved his lips, but in the end he still didn't tell his friend, what would happen to him as the only Chinese in Castile?

Because he came from a football desert, his identity as a Chinese encountered professional discrimination. Everyone speculated on him with a magnifying glass. Even though the captain vowed, he still heard doubts from his tone. star.

"Really!" Thinking that Bixia didn't believe his words, Mata raised his hand to assure.In fact, Mata was a little confused by Bi Xia. Although Bi Xia was so good, he always had inexplicable inferiority complex.Doesn't he know that he has an incomparable charm!At least half of the little girls in Madrid are fascinated by him.Mata's eyes fell on Bixia's upper body. His elegant body is full of sexy tension. His skin is of a weird type that gets whiter with time. The silky ivory white skin makes Bixia a little bit more. The paleness of the football player has caused countless fans to exclaim: he is not a football player at all!He is like a prince walking out of an ancient painting, melancholy and noble.

Mata looked at Bixia furiously. He touched his arm full of goosebumps, and took a step back vigilantly to prevent him from trying to do any more pranks.

Mata stretched out his hand to touch Bixia's back, his eyes narrowed in a super wretched way, "Monica's skin is not as easy to touch as yours."

Good boy!Bi Xia turned over and jumped off the boat, "Have you touched it?" As long as Mata nodded, he strangled him to death.

"You can see it." Suddenly remembered something, Mata slapped his head, "Monica is asking you to meet at the old place, and old Ruben is at the gate, so she dare not come in."

Bi Xia picked up the magazine on the cabinet and threw it at Mata's pig's head.

"You pighead! You didn't say it until now!" Bi Xia hurriedly pulled off his T-shirt, and ran out with flip flops to meet the beauty.

Meanwhile, Mourinho walked into the office of Chelsea manager Peter Kenyon and specified that he wanted someone alone.

The author has something to say: Mourinho, a great coach, his footprint is Porto-Chelsea-Inter Milan-Real Madrid, and now he is back at Chelsea. He and Chelsea are a perfect match. After divorcing Chairman Abramovich, he found that the other party is the best Lover, currently remarried successfully, the future is unknown.

Shevchenko, a great Ukrainian star, Ukraine's football is comparable to that of China, but they have Shevchenko.He is a star that Abramovich bought without Mourinho's consent, because they are pseudo-citizens.Because Mourinho did not give Shevchenko the main position, he offended the big boss to some extent.