atypical star

The next game is January [-]th, which is the FA Cup four days later. The opponent is Middlesbrough from the Championship team.

Apollon predicts that he will play, not to mention that this round of the FA Cup will be played one week later. Liverpool, the undefeated winning streak this season, and the substitutes and rookies should also start from the cup. Able to better integrate with the team.

Having never participated in a formal game, even though Apollon is very confident in his own strength, he can't guarantee that he will become a sure-fire main force as soon as he transfers.

This winter window period is not over yet, and now there are not only rumors that Eriksson is about to leave Tottenham, but also rumors that Mendes' Benfica midfielder is too hot.

However, now that he has come, he will not allow others to take this qualification from him.

In fact, Apollon is not bad physically adaptable to jet lag. He has also had the experience of participating in cross-border competitions before, but for him, it will take two or three days at the fastest.

In London, it always rains morning and evening.

Lying on the bed consciously from nine o'clock to eleven o'clock, but still unable to brew a little drowsiness, Apollon sighed, and finally sat up and prepared to go outside for a walk.

He pushed open the door, and the cold moonlight was not obscured by the shallow dark clouds.In the corridor not far away, there was also a person with his back turned to him, watching the slowly falling raindrops.

The man was dressed in light gray pajamas, and his almost white hair immediately made Apollon realize who it was.

He quickly thought of the news that Mourinho had been insomnia since he took office. According to the Tottenham coach whose dark circles were gradually thickening, he even sat on the coach's bench and squinted for a few minutes before a certain game. minute.

Apollon walked over lightly, and the slight movement still brought someone who was distracted back to his senses: "Apollon?"

Mourinho looked a little surprised, he pursed his lips unconsciously, perhaps because he was too tired, and his always charming dimples showed a bit of weariness.

The movements of the two were very light, which prevented the voice-activated light source in the corridor from turning on. Apollon, who came out of the room, was trapped in darkness, and Mourinho couldn't see what the other was like. look.

"Why haven't you slept yet?" He smiled again as if thinking of something, "Isn't the time difference reversed?"

"It will be fine soon." Apollon replied gently, "But sir, why are you standing here alone and blowing the wind?"

Before the other party finished speaking, Apollon reached out and touched Mourinho's forehead: "It's too cold, it's time to go back, sir, please take care of yourself."

Mourinho laughed dumbfounded, apart from being surprised by the opponent's bold actions, he also felt a little bit ironic in his heart.

"I'm fine." But even if he was lying on the bed now, he couldn't fall asleep.

I have never felt that the Premier League schedule is so dense, game after game, game after game...failure.

But he used to be only eager for the next challenge.

Could it be that Mourinho...is he old now?

Mourinho's eyes showed a rare trace of confusion and fatigue.

Apollon felt something, he opened his mouth, and wanted to say something to comfort his head coach, but he didn't know that when he was in his position, he could give a lot more to a man who had experienced far more than he imagined. What the world's top coaches have to say.

No one is qualified to evaluate a hero who is unwilling to end, not to mention that this great Portuguese will definitely have a greater future.

In the end, he racked his brains and didn't know what to say.

Suddenly, Apollun's eyes lit up, and he took a step forward: "If you really can't fall asleep, don't force yourself."

In the distance, it was not just the sound of heavy objects falling, maybe it was the night wind that knocked something down, the light yellow night lights in the corridor suddenly lit up, and Apollyon's hair, which was originally as brilliant as gold, was now brighter than before. The day will be milder.

"I'm now inviting Mr. Jose Mourinho to a fun midnight event, okay?"

No one knows why Mourinho would accept this kind of strange-sounding request, but at the time he just thought that Apollon was just being bold and delusional to take the manager to drink.

And he didn't agree either, he just walked back to the latter's dormitory with Apollyon without making a sound.

Tottenham’s dormitory is said to be a dormitory, but it is actually not much different from a room in a general big hotel. Mourinho can’t remember how long he has lived here since he took office.

But where does it matter? Everyone knows that he and his wife have divorced a long time ago. Will a single bad old man have any bizarre affairs?What's more, he has always been a clean person.

If it hadn't been for Matilda's first proposal to end the marriage that has little left in this relationship, he might have lived like this for the rest of his life.

At that time, Mourinho didn't know why Matilda filed for divorce for no reason, but he knew that his ex-wife had no malice. She said to him: "Someone will tell you the reason in the future, maybe it's me, maybe it's someone else, Maybe you just suddenly figured it out yourself."

But they are still friends.

Mourinho, who was walking behind, watched Apollon rummaging through boxes and chests to find his luggage in silence. He was thinking in his heart what to do after the boy took out a bunch of unopened wine bottles. Preach.

Then he encountered the second shocking thing in his life.

In fact, Apollon is no longer a boy. It can be said that young people or even adults are fine, but it is the clean and refreshing youthfulness in him that always makes Mourinho unconsciously soften his attitude towards him.

Not only will this strange sense of youth not make him feel old, especially this sudden thought and Apollyon's handsome face full of vigor gave him an inexplicable idea of ​​becoming younger.

Mourinho shook his head in his heart, but no amount of thoughts came to an abrupt end after Apollon found an Apple laptop.

"Let's play a game!"

Seeing Apollon's cheerful smiling face, Mourinho was a little speechless.

In fact, there are many football players who are addicted to games. For example, Griezmann likes to play Fortnite, and uses the actions of the characters in the game as a celebration of his goals.

Moreover, he pursed his lips, finally knowing what Apollyon was doing all night.

Playing games...should be better than going to nightclubs, right?Mourinho thought uncertainly, but he never cared what the players did off the court. He only asked the players to perform [-]% on the court.

Moreover, Mourinho believes that a rare person like Apollon who gives people a clean and clear youthful look should not be a frequent visitor to nightclubs, and he is a little relaxed subconsciously.

But shouldn't playing games be more adrenaline-inducing, so you'll be more excited and awake?

Mourinho, who is devoted to football, is not ignorant of the world's popular games, but he is limited to some very famous games, and he only knows the names.

If you want to say the game you know the most, it is probably Pro Evolution Football?

He's the man who took commercials for FIFA!

Therefore, Mourinho subconsciously thought that it was a large-scale confrontational game for a piece of end game called "Humanity Falls Flat" that Apollon opened with great interest.

Looking at the wonderful painting style of the game interface, even Mourinho, who has seen the wind and waves, fell silent.

But why, in the hands of Apollyon, it seems so easy to pass the game, in his hands, it is like the protagonist suffering from old cold legs? !

So angry, but you still have to keep calm in front of the children. I have to say that Mourinho will recall the joy of dropping a water bottle.

After the villain under his control folded his whole body and fell from the air again, Apollon could feel that Mourinho's typing on the keyboard was much stronger.

He tried his best to hold back his laughter, and moved from his sitting position to the side of Mourinho who was facing the computer screen. The hidden smile in his voice almost attracted Mourinho's dissatisfied stare.

"Look, if the phoenix here wants to start, it needs to bring an egg from the second floor of the house next door, put it in the nest, and then quickly jump to the tail feathers."

Except for some custom maps, Apollon has already swiped all the levels, but it must be mentioned that he has always played this game in an unusual way.

It's a special feeling to control the villain with Mourinho to pass the level.

The white computer was placed on the glass coffee table, and the two sat in front of the coffee table with their backs against the sofa. The constant temperature air conditioner gradually made people a little drowsy, and Apollyon yawned unconsciously.

When I probed to check the time, I realized that it was almost half past twelve, and in a blink of an eye, I saw Mourinho beside him leaning on the sofa with his eyes closed.

Well, it's so cute, like a fleshy Siamese cat.

No attempt to mock Mourinho's inexplicably tanned face at United here, he swears.

Apollun even lowered his breathing, and he stared at the other party without blinking, not even realizing that the computer screen was gradually dimming.

After a while, Mourinho, who was a little sober, opened his eyes slightly. His mind was still not sober after being controlled by sleepiness, but he just vaguely felt as if he was lying on the bed.

Even though he was a bit puzzled by the strange yet familiar scent of soap on the pillow, the inexplicable sense of security prompted him to quickly fall into a deep sleep.

It was already past seven o'clock when he woke up again, and the first clear sunshine came in after the rain outside the window. Mourinho, who was half awake at this moment, could tell at a glance that he was not sleeping in his original room.

Although he only slept for six or seven hours, it was the most comfortable sleep in the past few days. The tiredness was swept away, and Mourinho sat up, and the memory of last night quickly came back.

He got out of bed, glanced around the room but didn't see the figure of Apollyon, and walked a few steps before seeing the slender body of the blond young man curled up on the small sofa.

Messy blond hair hangs over his face, and a few strands are bouncing up and down with his master's breath.

Mourinho didn't wake him up, looked around the room for a week and found no blankets, so he put his gray pajamas on Apollyon's body.

Until I sat in the office and studied my tactical notebook, I didn't realize that there was a relaxed smile on the corner of my mouth.

He began to look forward to the arrival of the next game.

Game after game, and victory after victory, no?

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