[Football] King Of Europe

Simon Wigan's heart was pounding.

He felt that his heartbeat had never been so fast, almost as fast as that of an athlete who was exhausted after a [-]-meter race.

The young reporter sat upright in his seat, almost holding his breath, wishing to reduce his sense of existence infinitely, for fear of breaking the scene opposite——

Now he just feels that the goddess of luck has favored him so much that the dawn came when he almost gave up all hope.On this street corner, in this small shop, when he was exhausted and felt that he had made a wrong decision and had given up all hope, he met three people who were simply unbelievable to him.

Mourinho, Scolari, and—

He already recognized the black-haired boy opposite!

If he thought his figure was slightly familiar at the beginning, then when the boy raised his head and revealed emerald green eyes, he already recognized who he was.

In Porto, as long as he is a fan, no one will not know him.

Especially seeing Mourinho's actions made him believe in his own judgment even more.

The two men, the young coach of Porto and the player of Porto, were sitting at a table next to him.The younger players were facing him while the older coaches were facing away from him.

Simao Wigan tried his best to control his eyes, so that his scrutiny would not be too obvious.He has heard that some players and coaches are very sensitive to other people's eyes and flashes. After all, they are a group of people living under the spotlight, receiving people's scrutiny all the time.

But soon he realized that he didn't have to be so careful, because the one facing him, the black-haired boy was about to bury his head in his chest, only a small hair curl was exposed.

Oh!

There are also slightly red earlobes, one can imagine what his complexion has become now.

Simao Vigan has already turned on his recording pen, and he will record everything that will happen in this dessert shop—at least what may happen on the table next to him.Not only his eyes, but his tools as well.

He had heard everything Sebastian said, and he couldn't believe he was so bold!

However, looking at him now, he obviously regretted it.

Just heard Mourinho's rhetorical question, "Are you planning to become the commander of Porto?" It seems that there is a kind of magical power, which makes the young man stunned, unable to utter a word for a long time.

"...No, I really didn't think about being a coach!" After a long time, he finally spoke, as if he was afraid that he would not be trusted, and added, "Especially the coach of Porto!"

Simon Vigan seemed to hear a chuckle, which disappeared without a trace so quickly, but he bet he heard it right.

There is also the taste of joy in it-the young reporter holds his breath, but his eyes can't help chasing the coach with his back turned, trying in vain to capture the expression of the Portuguese, he bet , [-]%, Mourinho is playing funny!

It seems that Sebastian also noticed it. He had lowered his head before, but now he lifted it up, his eyes widened, like a little cat whose hair was blown by stepping on its tail: "Sir! You're kidding me again! "

Simon Vigan heard a chuckle, this time, so clearly, it could no longer be denied.

"You tease me again! Tease me again! Tease me again! There is no player who doesn't play live..." He seemed to finally come to his senses, and his IQ finally went online at this time, "I came out of the training base first, and then played In fact, my business has already been done, done!"

As if he was afraid that the other party would not believe him, he also specially emphasized the three words "it's done", biting each word very slowly and clearly. After finishing speaking, Simao Vigan thought that he would say something more to defend himself, but the result was that I saw the young man looking at the other side eagerly.

This scene, why do you want to laugh so much...

He couldn't guess what Mourinho was thinking, but he didn't feel like he was going to be angry.Simon Wigan can keenly grasp the emotions of others, which is something he is proud of.Now, according to his judgment, Mourinho has no possibility of getting angry, but instead feels... quite happy?

"Well, it's done."

Simao Vigan heard the word again, but it was not from the boy's mouth.Mourinho repeated it once. Although his tone was quite calm, it sounded...something was wrong.

It feels like a joke.

Sure enough, he saw the boy on the opposite side curl his lips.

"...Then why did you appear here?" Mourinho spoke slowly, but hit the nail on the head, "Is it because you think that after training, you should fill your brain with sweet and greasy cakes? ?"

Simao Wigan felt that Porto's young marshal's style really had the three-character gist of "steadiness, ruthlessness and precision".

Because of just such a sentence, the boy was dejected again.

He drooped his head, only one stupid hair on the top of his head was still sticking up stubbornly, fluttering in the wind, the more he looked at it, the more dumbfounded he became.

"I didn't have cake...I had ice cream."

He defended in a low voice, but he didn't know that after hearing this answer, Simao Wigan had already silently lit a candle for him in his heart.

As a football reporter, he has also inquired about the players' recipes. Of course, desserts are not absolutely taboo.It is of course unrealistic not to eat at all, so some players will have a little ice cream after lunch, but note that it is best if it contains yogurt or low fat.As for this kind of dessert shop on the street, he has seen the varieties in the shop just now——

Unfortunately, yogurt and low-fat are all insulated.

The child was really trying to dig a hole for himself. He didn't dig one enough and continued to dig the second one. Countless holes were dug out by himself, and then he couldn't wait to jump down.

Simao Wigan felt that he couldn't bear to look directly.

He originally thought that the reason he encountered three giant Buddhas in this store today was to write a piece of earth-shattering news, and it would be best to shock people in the Portuguese football world, and all attention would be focused on this news.

From the looks of it now, there may be some earth-shattering news, but... it has obviously turned to the funny side.

Football anecdotes or something... It has nothing to do with the serious news he imagined!

Perhaps his task today is to record the youth's stupidity, which will become a dark history that cannot be looked back when he becomes famous many years later.Thinking about it this way... As a witness of this dark history, he felt a lot of pressure!

Simao Vigan felt that he was about to be numb by the boy's behavior, and his IQ, which he thought was online, was beyond the horizon.He felt that this could not go on like this. As a football reporter, he wanted to write big news. He should stop this kind of fucking conversation on the other side and put them on the right track.

let's go!Simon!Stop him from continuing to act stupid, use your IQ to guide a truly meaningful meeting!

The fire in the heart of the young reporter was burning, and he couldn't wait to rush up. He began to think about how he should walk over, how to insert into the conversation between them without being abrupt, and it would be best to give his identity to the reporter in a logical manner. Come out, gain favorability, and conduct an in-depth, meaningful exclusive interview.

At this moment, he heard the young man's soft "Huh".

The emerald green eyes like lake water in spring turned around and met him exactly.

Simao Vigan froze his body. He suddenly realized that when he was thinking about it just now, he forgot, and his eyes... were still glued to the boy's body.

He saw the boy's brows move slightly, with obvious doubts and strangeness.

"...why are you staring at me?"

Well, unexpected, and fully exposed.

It was downright bad.

Shouldn't the teenager use his own eyes to directly signal others to look away? To actually ask such a direct question, this is not something ordinary people would do at all!

But thinking about how he has been persistently digging holes for himself just now, to say that he can do such a thing...it's perfectly normal.

Poor Simon Wigan felt his face freeze, and he guessed he must be looking unnatural.Maybe this is an opportunity, just go up like this, show that you are a reporter, and interview them!

Maybe Sebastian and Mourinho will agree!

It doesn't look like they are difficult people to get along with, they should be easier to talk to!As long as you don't ask hard questions yourself!

Just go up like this!Grab this opportunity and don't hold back!

You're going up sooner or later, Simon!

There seemed to be a moment of silence in the air.

Finally, a slightly nervous male voice broke the calm: "Ah... sorry, I think you read wrong, I was looking at the person behind you!"

What about your courage, your courage, your courage!

Simon Wigan!

You are such a super invincible idiot!Such a good opportunity, you didn't seize it!

The moment he blurted out, he wanted to bite off his tongue, and indescribable annoyance occupied his mind.Simao Wigan has never regretted it so much, he feels that his IQ... seems to have dropped because of this fucking conversation.

Why is this!

He seemed to believe it, okay, okay...

The young reporter comforted himself so helplessly, because it seemed that the young man believed his explanation and turned his head backwards.

Seeing his head turned sideways, Simao Vigan finally breathed a sigh of relief, but the next second, he was stunned.

Because he remembered, who was sitting on that table behind the green plant behind the boy!

At this moment, Mourinho's body moved with his back turned.Simao Wigan could hardly contain his nervousness and saw Mourinho turn his head.

There was a sense of scrutiny and inquiry in his eyes, but it was not offensive.On the contrary, there was a faint smile on his lips, which combined with the dimples on his face, looked like a spring breeze.

Perhaps he wasn't as difficult to get along with as others had described... Simon Vigan thought.

The wild words, the astonishing proclamations I'd seen in the newspapers before... didn't look like him at all, and he could say it.Looking at it this way, combined with the words that teased the boy just now, he seemed more like a kind friend or a respectable elder.

Then he heard footsteps, from far to near.

The branches and leaves of the green plants made a "rustling" sound, as well as the subtle sound of cloth rubbing.

Someone came over.

The young reporter saw a face so familiar that he couldn't be more familiar with it, and a voice he was familiar with, belonging to an elder——

"Are you looking at me, boy?"

The author has something to say: Today the Three Kingdoms Killed, when Lu Mengmeng was the lord, I beat him angrily, and when it was almost over, I finally remembered that I was loyal...

Lord Lu Meng very graciously said that he would not pursue it, but in the end he started to tease me with this dark history

In the end, once again, Cao Cao was in charge, and I found a loyal minister chatting too high and forgot my identity, so...

The little friend was so angry that he would kick that idiot out of the room when it was over

When the truth came out, I was very lucky...not to be kicked out by my friends, but in the new round he chose Brother Ge, and he committed suicide all the way and got offline orz

I think maybe I ran him out of anger┭┮﹏┭┮