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Real Madrid's second warm-up match was also held at home, against a team from the Spanish Second Division, which was considered a slight preparation and adjustment.

Bell's performance in this game was outstanding.

When Mourinho intentionally moved the attack to the right wing, Bell successfully scored two goals with the space and opportunities created by his teammates.

It turns out that a good team can stimulate a good player.

Bell's overall strength in Real Madrid has also improved a lot.

Especially when teammates help him cover or create offensive opportunities, he only needs to face the opponent's full-back one-on-one, and his teammates will help him complete other tasks.

In a team with such a clear division of labor, Bell also felt a sense of dependence.

In the past, at Tottenham, Bell had no voice and it was difficult for the team to win.

But in Real Madrid, even if Bell loses his voice, other teammates can open up the situation.

Furthermore, Real Madrid does not even need Bell to perform well, because the core of their offense is Suker, not Bell.

"The two warm-up matches are over, and the Spanish Super Cup will begin in a week."

Bell's expression was a bit eager to try. In the past, when they played against Barcelona, ​​they had a heavy burden on their hearts.

But in Real Madrid, this is a higher platform, so he is more enthusiastic about this kind of strong dialogue.

"Tomorrow is your holiday, what are you going to do?"

Srna asked.

"I plan to rest at home." Kaka stretched and said; "The team doctor suggested that I rest more, as it seems that my body has not fully recovered."

Srna turned to look at Bell.

Bell: "I plan to train. I feel good now and I don't want to miss this time."

Srna looked at Suk again.

Suk said with an unhappy look;

"Work!"

Srna tilted his head; "Work? I remember your activity schedule is over, isn't it?"

Su Ke waved his hand; "The personal activities are over, but the publicity task assigned by the club has not yet been completed!"

Suker is Real Madrid's number one star and can be considered a facade.

He has gained widespread love and attention. Under such circumstances, he also has corresponding tasks, such as helping the club carry out promotional activities, which was also stated in the original contract.

Just like last season, Su Ke comforted young fans suffering from congenital heart disease.

At that time, this news gained widespread popularity, which made Real Madrid's image develop in a positive direction, and its reputation also became much better.

Florentino himself is very concerned about this kind of thing. He believes that a wealthy club not only knows how to play well, but also knows how to promote it.

And this time, he also asked the planning department to create a new promotional content for Su Ke.

According to the notice, Su Ke needs a day to carry out activities. As for what activities they are, Su Ke is not very clear.

The next day, in Su Ke's villa.

Two groups of people, about ten people in total, walked into the house.

Six men, four women.

Four of the men were holding small cameras, while four women came in carrying large and small bags.

Walking in the middle is an old face.

The planner who originally planned the condolence event for young fans, Cisse!

"haven't seen you for a long time!"

Cisse smiled and stretched out his hand to greet Su Ke.

Suk shrugged: "Long time no see, what event is this? I hope you won't ask me to take care of the children. Children are not cute at all!"

Ha ha ha ha! !

Cisse couldn't help but smile and waved his hand: "This time is not a condolence event, but a football event."

"Football event?"

Under Su Ke's puzzled gaze, Cisse pointed at Su Ke and said to the four women behind him, "Let's start!"

I saw large and small bags opened, and inside were various silicone pads and various cosmetics.

Su Ke was a little confused, but he listened to Cisse's explanation while accepting the makeup artist's dress.

"This event is an amateur football competition within Madrid initiated by Nike."

Su Ke nodded. He had heard of this amateur football competition, which was very popular in Madrid.

It is said that it is composed of amateur football experts from all over Spain, including famous football bloggers such as Miguel the "Midfield Magician" and Manuñez the "Football Database".

"Then what?"

Su Ke raised his arms, and two makeup artists put a silicone pad on Su Ke's body, and his whole body suddenly gained weight several times.

Cisse said with a smile: "After many rounds of competition, this amateur competition has reached the final stage, but with our cooperation with Nike, a special event has been added."

"The champion team will draw a lucky spectator on site and compete again with the second place in a 5V5 match."

"Of course we have tampered with the lottery bucket. No matter how you draw, it will be you!"

Suk blinked.

He finally understood that this was just letting him pretend to be a slap in the face.

From this makeup process, we can't help but see that this is to dress up as a big fat guy, and then plug himself into the championship team, so that everyone will think that he is a fat-headed sports idiot, and then let himself suddenly explode , pretending to be a slap in the face.

In the future, this routine will really become outdated.

But at this time, it is definitely a plan that is at the forefront of the times and extremely eye-catching.

"So, when the time comes, you need to pretend first. The worse you behave at the beginning, the better." Cisse smiled; "I believe you can do a good job!"

In the evening, it is located in a corner of the Madrid Sports Center.

There is a black business car parked here.

Su Ke and Cisse sat inside.

At this time, Suk's costume was unrecognizable at all.

The whole body is bloated, and the chin is covered with silicone, making the face round and greasy. He is wearing a plaid shirt and baggy jeans that are standard for code farmers, and the jeans are loosely worn on the body. Paired with a thick beard and messy hair.

This is the typical image of a fat house holding Coke and hamburgers, which cannot be related to sports at all.

Su Ke twisted his butt. With this set of equipment, his movements were indeed somewhat restricted, but it was still within an acceptable range.

Cisse received the news from the front through his earphones, turned to Su Ke and said, "It's your turn to show up, pretend to be more presentable."

Su Ke glanced at the camera and gave a thumbs up to Cisse; "Leave it to me!"

After saying that, Suk opened the car door and walked out.

The Nike Football Grand Prix at the Madrid Sports Center finally came to the final after a half-month round-robin.

Both sides of the game are famous Spanish amateur players or Internet celebrity bloggers, so they also attracted many passers-by and fans to watch this event.

This is a five-a-side stadium, and the entire stadium is packed with fans.

Suk squeezed his way in from the crowd. During this period, he could feel the dissatisfied eyes of the people around him.

When Su Ke squeezed into the front row, he saw a fierce battle between the two sides in the stadium.

The soccer blogger team in red vests and the amateur masters team in blue vests.

The two sides are equally strong, but there is one player who stands out in particular, and that is Miguel, the self-proclaimed ‘midfield magician’.

He is about 19 years old and has obvious traces of the youth training echelon. He should be the product of elimination from the youth training.

But the overall style is very smart, and the footwork is also full of flowers.

But it was too fancy, causing the rhythm to always be slowed down.

In professional competitions, this kind of performance is directly passed, but here is an amateur competition, which pays more attention to the spectacle than the confrontation.

"Wow~~~Miguel!! Look here!"

Under the cheers of young and beautiful women, the little guy named Miguel worked even harder.

What he did with his feet was just a trick, dazzling people, but the last pass was based on young physical fitness and explosive power. After all, the average age of the amateur team opposite was about 35 years old, among which There are even guys with a big belly like 'Suke'.

It can be said that the previous flower work was just flower work, and it was not considered any substantive fake action. It was purely for the sake of looking good.

Su Ke turned to look at the score, football blogger team 3:1 amateur master team.

Not long after, the game ended, and the 'Football Blogger Team' headed by Miguel won the game.

"Let us congratulate Miguel's team. They won the Nike Grand Prix and received a bonus of 10,000 euros."

At this time, the host changed the subject.

"However, there is a special event tonight. The champion team will randomly select an audience member to form a team to challenge the second place. The prize for a successful challenge is 5,000 euros. Miguel, do you want to continue the challenge?"

Miguel's eyes lit up when he heard that there was still a bonus of 5,000 euros.

"challenge!"

Wow~~~~! ! ! !

The cheers at the scene became even louder.

Suk is also ready to start playing.

Not long after, the host started drawing lots.

Suk turned around and observed, and found that the cameras were already in place at the four corners.

They disguised themselves as event staff and were filming, and one of the cameras was always staring at them.

Suk quietly stretched out his right hand, made a scissor gesture, and shook it slightly.

Soon, the draw ends.

"Audience No. 121!"

After the host shouted, he looked around.

Suk lowered his head to confirm that it was his own number. He immediately twisted his big butt, yelled, and ran over.

"It's me! It's me! It's me!"

Immediately, all the attention of the audience was focused on Su Ke.

The moment he saw Suk, the smile on Miguel's face became stiff.

He has a fat head, big ears, and a chubby body, showing no signs of any movement.

Wearing baggy jeans and a plaid shirt, this man is even more unkempt, with a messy beard and hair.

Especially when running into the stadium, Su Ke deliberately tripped over himself and struggled to get up, looking extremely embarrassed.

Seeing this scene, the fans at the scene burst into laughter.

"Miguel, it's over!"

"Oh my god~ Why are you such a teammate!"

"This is so fun!"

"Did he really run?"

The fans at the scene were full of doubts, and Miguel frowned and looked at Su Ke.

"Hello, man!"

Miguel still extended his hand gracefully.

Su Ke pretended to be nervous, rubbed his hands on his pants, and said with excitement: "You are Miguel, I am your fan, don't look at me like this, I am very good at playing football, I can definitely help to you."

Miguel frowned, this is just an image, he doesn’t want to know how to play football.

But let’s just trust it.

"What position do you play?"

Su Ke confidently said; "Guard! I can play as a defender, my defensive ability is very good!"

Since you want the program to be effective, it is natural to have a one-stop process from the backcourt to the frontcourt, which is the most refreshing.

Therefore, Su Ke proposed to be a defender.

Miguel; "Okay! Then you play forward!"

Su Ke; "."

As we all know, when you encounter a rookie on the wild court, you will not let them play the position of defender because they are too rookie. Once they lose the ball in the backcourt, the problem will be big.

Therefore, even if you make a mistake, you have to make it in the frontcourt, so the fault tolerance rate is higher.

Therefore, Miguel does not trust himself at all.

Suk blinked and looked down at the belly covering his toes. He didn't believe himself in this image.

"wait for me a while!"

Suk cheered and jumped while doing various funny celebrations and ran out of the court.

When he came back again, he changed into sportswear and even paired it with a pair of sneakers.

"I'm ready!"

The team of Miguel and others stood together, they really couldn't trust 'Suk'.

"Okay, what's your name?"

"My name is Kaka!"

"." Miguel.

Fart!

Just like you, how do you look like Kaka?

Suk said seriously; "My real name is Kaka!"

"Okay, Kaka... Kaka, you stay in the frontcourt, we will pass the ball to you, you don't need to retreat to defend, do you understand?"

Su Ke nodded vigorously: "Don't worry, I can help you win the 5,000 euro bonus!"

Miguel had a headache and cursed secretly.

Just don't make trouble for us.

While Suker was warming up, Miguel said to his teammates: "That guy is unreliable. We can only rely on ourselves. Hey, guys, those old guys on the opposite side are not physically strong enough. We can make full use of our skills to defeat them."

Miguel encouraged morale; "Come on! We can do it!"

After saying that, Miguel extended his hand.

"Let's shout slogans!"

Snap!

Su Ke suddenly broke in.

"Shouting slogans? I like shouting slogans the most!" Su Ke asked curiously; "What is the slogan?"

Miguel grinned, suddenly feeling deflated.

The teammates all couldn't help but laugh.

"Shout whatever you want!" Miguel sighed.

Special events are about to begin.

Suk was in the center circle, swaying his butt to warm up.

Compared to other people, he's as funny as he gets.

Suk would give Miguel a thumbs up from time to time, but Miguel could only sigh again and again. This guy who claimed to be a fan really made him feel helpless.

"I'm teeing off!"

Suk turned around and shouted.

Miguel nodded seriously and made a motion to catch the ball.

The next second, Su Ke rushed towards the ball, touched it, and poked the ball out with his toes.

Along with the poke, Suk fell to the ground in a funny manner.

The ball flew directly out of the sideline.

Such a change made Miguel stunned, and even the other side was stunned.

The fans at the scene were stunned for a moment and burst into laughter.

"What is this guy doing?"

"Is he shooting?"

"Oh my god! He definitely can't play football!"

"Miguel is finished!"

Miguel was also stunned for a moment and couldn't help shouting loudly; "What are you doing?"

Suk stood up rubbing his butt.

"Shoot! Can't you see it?"

Miguel pointed to the opposite side exaggeratedly; "The door is there, where are you kicking it at?"

Suk grinned and said: "Mistake! Mistake!"

The game starts again.

In a five-a-side game, the transition between offense and defense is faster.

After Miguel and his teammates joined forces to press, the ball rolled to Su Ke's feet again.

"Pass the ball! Pass the ball!"

Miguel kept urging.

Su Ke turned his head and shot directly.

Unsurprisingly, the ball hung directly on the barbed wire fence and missed the mark.

Next, Suk's various funny operations.

Kick the ball.

The dribbler was tripped by the ball.

He was passed over like a wooden stake by the opponent.

The most critical thing is that he does not pass the ball to Miguel.

"Hey! Do you know it? How can you be my fan?" Miguel said angrily.

Suk turned his head; "Are you shouting? Are you calling for "Guan Guan" again? "

Miguel; "."

Ten minutes later, the amateur team had scored two goals, but Miguel still had nothing to gain.

"Brother, pass the ball! I beg you!"

Miguel's mentality was about to explode.

This damn fat guy is always able to get to the ball's landing point inexplicably, and then refuses to pass the ball.

Isn’t this what you are doing to yourself?

Suk glanced at Miguel, who looked haggard, and couldn't help but chuckle to himself, "This is what happens if you don't let me play as a defender!"

After thinking about it, Suk turned to look at the camera and Cisse.

Cisse gave a thumbs up to indicate Su Ke did a good job.

Suk also secretly said that it was time to exert his strength.

At this time, player No. 7 of the amateur team rushed along the wing. He was one of the few players on the opposite side with breakthrough ability and was also the most threatening player.

This guy used Suker as a breakthrough and only scored two goals.

This time, their offensive ideas are still the same.

Uh-huh!

"Passed!"

No. 7 had just gotten rid of Su Ke and looked down.

Where is the ball?

No. 7 turned around and looked over, only to see Suk stepping on the ball.

When was it lost?

At this time, the spectators standing at the front were a little surprised and said, "The kick was so fast. The moment No. 7 was about to throw the ball, the fat man pulled the ball over."

The companion on the side also said in puzzlement: "Is this an accident?"

At this time, No. 7 immediately turned around and fought back.

Su Ke pulled the ball again and turned around. When No. 7 extended his foot again, he lightly pushed his foot towards the opponent's crotch.

No. 7 grabbed an empty spot.

"Oh! Crossing someone's crotch?"

No. 7 couldn't help but turned around and rushed towards Su Ke again.

Su Ke stepped on the ball continuously with great frequency and speed.

The whole performance was in serious opposition to his figure.

Taking advantage of the opponent's dazzled stage, Suker turned around suddenly, leaned over to hook the ball, covered the ball with his jersey, stretched his back foot back, and turned to point behind him.

After a series of false moves, No. 7 was shaken so hard that his head was dizzy and he looked in the direction Su Ke pointed.

Suk, on the other hand, held out the ball in his belly and twisted his buttocks to show it to the audience.

The scene was quiet for a moment, then burst into laughter.

Their interest was immediately piqued.

This is a master!

This is definitely a master!

This is where you pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger!