There is a dream called football

"David, everyone is eating, why are you wearing a silly hat?"

"Head, this is the appointment I made with the reporters. I will reveal my new hairstyle during training tomorrow."

Beckham was complacent, but Ferguson was already very angry and he just endured it.

During training the next day, Ferguson couldn't bear it anymore and pulled off Beckham's hat. When he saw Beckham's bald head, he was stunned and said, "Is this the new hairstyle you call?"

Xiaobei also became angry and walked away.

This piece of material was reported by the British media after Beckham and Ferguson fell out. Mourinho watched it again and enjoyed it, but what he didn't expect was that now it was his turn, and he was also facing a showdown with the players.

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At 11 o'clock in the evening, Maniche and others came back, a little drunk.

Look again, there are Mendes, Valente and others.

"That girl just now was really nice."

"It's a pity she's not for sale."

"Haha, what do you like to sell?"

"Of course, it's too troublesome to talk about love, and you have to give gifts, so why not just pay in cash."

"Haha, what a beast."

These guys felt so good and were still immersed in the world of fine wine and beauties just now, but the next second, these guys suddenly turned to stone.

"head!"

"Laughing, why don't you keep laughing?"

Maniche looked at his teammates, looking confused.

In this case, there is no point in denying anything. Just look at their rosy faces.

"Head...can we go to your room to talk about it?"

"Hahaha, you still know how to be embarrassed? Are you afraid that reporters will write about it?"

…

…

Mourinho also knows that players and nightclubs are inseparable, and he does not expect everyone to be self-disciplined, but in away games, discipline must be clearly stated.

"Boss, how are you going to punish us?" Maniche said.

"Haha, you can do it more simply."

Mourinho has already thought about it, not to be too heavy, after all, the team still has to compete, but not too light, otherwise it will not have a warning effect.

"Each person will be fined 20,000 euros and write a review."

"Review?"

Isn’t this what students are supposed to do? For Maniche, it was particularly difficult to get him to write.

Mourinho just wanted to let him know the difficulty, so that it would be effective, "Yes, it must be filled with 1,500 Portuguese words."

sweat.

Others have no problem, but Maniche has a hard time. He is a rough guy and can't write anything.

"That's it, go back to the room."

****

"Dong dong dong."

Li Qiao opened the door and saw Maniche smelling of alcohol. Needless to say, he knew he was being punished.

"Hehe, were you caught by Jose?"

Maniche nodded.

"By the way, then why are you looking for me? You can't ask me to intercede for you."

Maniche shook his head, "No, but I'm asking for your help."

"Say it."

Maniche took a piece of A4 paper and explained the matter.

"sweat."

"I'm a foreigner. Are you sure my Portuguese is better than yours?"

"No, I heard that you have studied in high school. Then you are the most educated person in Porto's first team. You have to help me."

Great sweat.

Li Qiao couldn't refuse, "Come in."

First of all, Maniche didn't know how to write the first sentence. He was stunned for a long time while holding the pen, "How to write the first sentence?"

"My dear head, flattery is a common practice, right?"

Maniche wrote on the paper, dear head.

Then he looked at Li Qiao eagerly, "What then?"

"Damn, you don't have to teach me every sentence, do you?"

"I have realized the mistake I made today and I promise never to make it again."

"Then you briefly write down what happened."

Maniche asked blankly: "Do you want to write about touching the girl's thigh?"

"What did you say!"

sweat.

Maniche wrote the matter simply, with crooked handwriting.

"Are you really Portuguese?"

"Haha, I gave up school after I decided to pursue football, so... you know."

Although the European football youth training system is relatively complete, there are still many people who give up the opportunity to receive a good education for the sake of football. This is human nature, after all, people's energy is limited.

Maniche wrote half a page, then counted, "It seems almost the same, enough words. Thank you, Li Qiao."

"good."

but……

Ten minutes later, Maniche came back, crying.

"What's wrong?"

"Jose said my writing is not as good as that of a primary school student."

…

Li Qiao is only at this level. Communication is no problem, but literary talent? Unless he writes in Chinese.

"I can't help it. None of us have received compulsory education in Portugal. Jose is a college student."

Li Qiao thought of Lorinda, "How about I ask for help from foreign aid?"

Maniche nodded, "Okay."

Li Qiao went online and contacted Lorinda via MSN, "Hi, do me a favor."

"What happened?"

Li Qiao said briefly, and Lorinda was furious, "You went to a nightclub for prostitution and were caught by the head coach?"

"Khan, it's not me, it's my teammates."

"Why did your teammate ask you to write a review? You must have followed suit."

"Really not."

Lorinda was doubtful, "Really?"

"No, I swear."

"Okay, let me write it for you."

Soon, Lorinda coded it and sent it over. Li Qiao took a look and realized that it was indeed good. Since he couldn’t understand it, it must be good. It seemed to be a historical allusion, an allusion from history about drinking and causing trouble.

Li Qiao turned the computer screen and said, "Copy it."

"Okay."

Maniche copied it once and then walked away. At this moment, Lorinda came with a message, "Li Qiao, do your players like to go to nightclubs?"

"I don't like it."

"Don't believe it."

"I heard that players are also fond of whoring."

…

…

This is all due to people like Rooney, who ruined the reputation of players, and that indulgent Ronaldinho.

"Lorinda, believe me, football players are not all like this."

"Okay, I believe you, go to sleep."

But Li Qiao felt warm in her heart, and it felt great to know that someone cared about her.

During training the next day, Maniche and others were arranged by Mourinho to pick up the ball. They had nothing to say and could only pick up the ball obediently.

At this time, Li Qiao deliberately kicked Maniche's butt with the ball.

"what."

"You look very handsome as a caddy."

"That is."

Valente, who was beside him, patted him and said, "He is mocking you, idiot."

Maniche was unhappy, "Asshole, China Joe."

"Hahaha."

At this time, Mourinho shouted, everyone should step up training. The away game at Old Trafford is not easy to play. The Theater of Dreams is also a nightmare for many teams. Mourinho looked forward to the scene of shouting and roaring in the Theater of Dreams.