Do whatever you want [football]

Messi was aggrieved.

After the whole world knows that Ferguson's nickname for him is "that little man", of course he can be wronged.

Although his boss said he was cute, he was still wronged.

Of course the grievances must be spoken out!

So he was wronged and he was comforted by Randall——

"No, no, no, Leo, the Sir is unintentional, he is a good man, I promise!"

"... Oh! You don't need to return to the team early, your body needs to relax, I will give you enough time, don't think about Kaka, he played four less group games than you, didn't he?"

Seeing that Messi still didn’t speak, Randall realized something was wrong even through the phone—Randall’s Leo might want more than just coaxing him, and he might not really care about Ferguson’s words, so Messi has to ask for something.

"Leo, what do you want?" Randall slowed down his voice, and with Messi's character, he had the opportunity to coax him. In fact, it is something the coach can't wait for. When he loses his temper in front of you, he puts you on the back burner. In my heart, I regard him as one of my own, not just a good boy, a low-key player, like a person who has no temper, and the more so, Randall will give him what his "own" should give him-comfort, Acknowledgment, tenderness, tolerance...

He is Messi's teacher, he is also Messi's brother, he should make him think he is trustworthy.

"I want to see you play football." Messi finally expressed his request under his patience.

Even if he did not return to the team early, he has been paying attention to the team's pre-match training. Of course, he will not miss the pre-match press conference of the first warm-up match, so of course he knew that he had become a "little man" at the first time. Know Randall's upcoming games.

"I've booked the tickets for the first time, and I should still be able to make it in time!" Messi whispered, "Boss, I will cheer for you!"

After Messi finished speaking, he waited nervously. He didn't want the boss to reject him, because he really, really, really wanted to watch the boss's game!

He even wanted to participate in it, but Randall just rejected his request to return to the team early qaq~

"...You always make it impossible for me to refuse you." Randall sighed with a little smile on the phone, which made Messi's mood rise to the highest point, he knew it!He knew that Randall could not refuse all his requests!

"Then I'm going to the airport now! I've already packed my luggage, and I've brought you a gift..."

"Mate tea?"

"Hmm! It's the brand you liked at the time, and I bought you a few cups, you should like it!"

"You made me look forward to it." Randall laughed.

There was a smile on his lips when he hung up the phone.

As much as he hates to admit it, he's a control freak, something he only discovered when he directed a film for the first time.His doctor advised him to "be himself", but he didn't accept that he changed his career and became a guy who would scold and cry actresses. After the bishop did not become a "tyrant" like Capello, at most... At most, he occasionally raised a hair dryer...

Emotionally, he doesn't want Messi to return to the team early. Messi worked too hard this past season and he should enjoy his vacation. It's time for Xi to turn into a plum ball when he returns to the team~

In front of his own eyes, even if he wants to enjoy delicious food and vacations, he just remembers to take him to the gym. Some small snacks and snacks are enough to make his Leo willingly stay in the gym for two hours, or even a afternoon.

Randall reflected on himself, and then opened the curtains to look at the fans downstairs. After watching for a while, he could only walk away silently.

It's not that he doesn't understand the hard work of the fans, but he doesn't advocate fans staying downstairs all night, although it doesn't affect their rest.

"Boom."

"Dong dong."

Hearing the knock on the door, Randall went out, and his professional habits made him glance into the cat's eyes. Just such a glance made him think he had seen an illusion—Jose?Jose Mourinho?

He opened the door immediately, and Mourinho opened his mouth and complained: "Why do you take so long to open the door, I have heard your footsteps!"

Randall felt that it was safe to talk to him, so he just invited him in with a smile, "Come in, Jose, is that how you walked in?"

"Otherwise?" Mourinho asked back, "Do I have to apply to someone in advance if I want to stay in a hotel, and then sneak in?"

"No." Randall smiled, "You just don't know anything about your popularity in China. Believe me, Jose, you must have been discovered by now."

Mourinho had a "so what if you find me" expression on his face, but seeing Landauer's subtle smile for some reason, he felt that the Chinese media might have criticized him a lot. Doyle took out a glass bottle from the refrigerator, which contained a purple-black liquid.

"Juice? Or fruit wine?" Mourinho stared at it and asked.

"Could it be fruit juice? It's a famous Chinese heat-relieving drink made from black plum smoked by myself. You seem to need it very much." Randall handed him a glass as he spoke, blinking and said, "Try it, I put yellow Sugar, I wouldn't give that to my little ones."

Mourinho wanted to complain that his tone at the moment was like a stupid father who thought he was strict with his children, but Randall's speed was too fast, he could only take off his baseball cap with one hand and raise his glass with the other. He found that although the taste was a bit special, it was much more pleasing than special drinks like yerba mate, so he took a sip with confidence.

Just a little bit in the mouth, the taste buds are conquered by the sweet and sour feeling. Mourinho can't tell what the taste is, maybe it is unique to smoked ume?

He took a deep look at Randall, and bluntly gulped down the iced cold drink.

After entering the hotel, he left the sweltering heat of Shanghai outside the hotel, but he realized that his thirst was unbearable for this one. When he came back to his senses, the cup had bottomed out, and Landauer continued it for him with squinting eyes. a cup.

Mourinho muttered something in a low voice, but Randall couldn't hear it clearly, so Mourinho said confidently: "You should be a cook!"

"Let's take it as if you're praising me." Randall said proudly, "But I won't be a chef, otherwise I would have opened a restaurant long ago."

He referred to his "previous life", but Mourinho admitted: "Indeed, if you drive it in Newcastle and I can't get it, I'd rather you didn't drive it."

Mourinho expressed his narrow-mindedness in a big way, and then he was dissatisfied: "Why didn't you invite me in advance?"

invite?Randall looked at him innocently, where to start, Jose!

The baby face opposite him said angrily: "Friendly match! You discussed with Benitez and Ferguson to show off your skills. Why didn't you invite me in advance? Because of Capello?"

"...No." Randall felt wronged. Mourinho felt that he was acting together with Ferguson, Benitez and Wenger, but he was actually very innocent! "I didn't discuss it with them in advance. What you saw that day was true!"

Mourinho was silent for a while before he let out an "oh".

"Oh, what do you mean? There is a saying in China called 'drive ducks to shelves'! I am the duck that was kicked out!" Randall was missing someone to complain, and then he told what happened that day, and waited for him to finish. When he was a little dry mouth, he found that the guy in front of him was showing dimples and drank all his sour plum juice!

That's my little stove for myself, hey!

Aware of Randall's gaze, Mourinho blinked, trying to use his charm to exchange for another bottle of sour plum juice, "Randall, this is delicious, do you have any more?"

"...you are used to drinking my two days' worth."

"Lie, you only drank so much for two days?"

"I'm very restrained, unlike some people." Randall said while looking at the belly of some people, and the belly that was watched suddenly stopped, and Randall swept up along it, I saw Mourinho said with a straight face: "I am a coach, and my figure is pretty good in the coaching world!"

Hmm, yes.

You have a point.

Randall thought, anyway, you let yourself go now, and I haven't never seen the appearance of a small belly turning into a big belly when you get older.

Landauer saw that Mourinho's spirit was a little better, so he asked him if he had had breakfast. After learning that he had flown in temporarily from Japan and hadn't had dinner, Landauer glanced at the time and decided to accompany him out. Had a supper.

"Do you have any wrong perception of your popularity in your country?" Mourinho regretted.

Randall spread his hands, "If it wasn't for you, would I come out at this time? I have a game tomorrow."

"...Why do I feel like you're putting all the responsibility on me? I can eat whatever I want in the hotel, even if the chef cooks me macaroni!"

"...Knowing that you only pursue so little, I might as well borrow someone else's kitchen to cook you a bowl of Yangchun noodles!"

"What is the nourishing~pure~cotton you just said?" Mourinho regretted it just after he finished speaking. He tried his best to ignore Randall, who couldn't help laughing, and simply took the initiative to deliver it to the door, and said in Chinese to a reporter who had been following them. He said "Hello", and then said the name of the food Randall said in English, and asked what kind of food it was.

The reporter is used to the "strange voices and tunes" of foreigners. In order not to offend the fat sheep who took the initiative to deliver to the door, he has a strong ability to endure. Then he explained the confusion to Mourinho, and even searched for pictures from his mobile phone to show him. .

Mourinho scrutinized the pictures carefully, and complained to Randall in the eyes of the reporter: "This is too perfunctory. The noodles you made for me last time are delicious."

"It's mushroom noodles in broth. My Victor likes it very much, and he does a good job." Randall suddenly waved to the camera when he said this, and made a wave of advertisements for his children, "They released a book The recipe is written in great detail."

Mourinho: →_→

He felt that this guy was getting thicker and thicker, and he even took the opportunity to advertise, and the beneficiary of the key advertisement was not himself.

But Victor...

"Victor is the only tall one in your family who is good-looking?"

"What is the only tall one? He's not as tall as me, and he's not as tall as Fergao! But I hope his growth rate will slow down a bit, and he will gain more flesh and less stature. His header is very good, and his height is already It's enough." Randall was a little embarrassed when he said this, his Aiden and his small grid are 175 far away, and Victor is about to catch up with his male god qaq.

Randall took Mourinho to have a supper late at night after the advertisement, and returned to his room after confirming that he walked into his room. He simply took a shower and went to bed as soon as possible, completely unaware What kind of uproar has been caused by playing shoulder to shoulder with Mourinho.