Do whatever you want [football]

Before 10 p.m., Randall had already set the alarm clock.

Originally, he thought that he would not fall asleep easily, but the system seemed to bring him the ability to fall asleep within 5 minutes wherever he went for filming. In the process of thinking about tomorrow's arrangements, he unconsciously He fell into a state of deep sleep.

The next day he was woken up by the alarm clock, because the quality of sleep was good, although he still felt a little strange when observing himself in the mirror, he was able to cheer himself up.

Today is a tough day!

After a simple wash, he didn't go out for a morning run, but applied for a ball with the system.

In the two titles of #口炒帝# and #见球帝#, he chose to wear the ball emperor. After wearing it, he felt that when he recalled the characteristics of those players, he had a different understanding than usual, especially The skills of each player, which makes Randall very interested!

How does it feel to be like the king of the ball?

Of course you have to try it!

Not only did the system not reject his unreasonable request, it also provided him with a full set of equipment——

The Newcastle player's home shirt, shorts, socks and shin pads, socks, socks, boots and his favorite ball for this season.

Randall didn't change a full set of equipment, just changed shoes and socks, warmed up first before trying to jump the ball.

He can play football, and his level is not bad among amateurs.

He once had an opponent named Pei Chen, who was pretty good at football, and when the two of them were out of work and living idle fish, they would make an appointment, or make an appointment during a game.

Randall hasn't played much since the guy turned into fireworks with the plane.

The moment his foot touched the ball this time, Randall felt something different. When he lightly lifted the ball to his chest, he used his thigh to unload it. After bouncing his head twice and turning his shoulders, Randall's heart was about to explode!

cool!

He laughed while bouncing, and being friends with football, is he talking about how he feels now?

This kind of football is indeed fascinating, so simple can make people happy.

Sometimes the keyboard emperor often points out Jiangshan, saying that this gentleman is not talented.

What is talent?What is visible talent?

In Randall's own judgment, ball feel is a crucial part.

He has played football anyway, and knows that dribbling may be able to practice to a good level, but he will become a combination of dribbling masters such as Matthews, Maradona, Messi, Zidane, and Ronaldinho. To a certain extent, talent is really needed.

When Randall found that he could stop the ball with almost every joint of his body and unload the ball, he suddenly realized that he had played for more than an hour...

Hooking the ball up with his foot, Randall reached out to catch the ball, and kissed the ball directly without disdain. He walked into the bathroom quickly with a smile, and flirted with the system while taking a bath. .

"System, can you turn our outside yard into a small court?"

No answer.

"Don't be so stingy, why don't you give me a task and work hard?"

No answer.

"This is really a small request from me. You see, my original home is not small..." Randall harassed the system, took a quick shower, and ate the nutritious breakfast provided by the system.

Before going out, he looked in the mirror for the last time, and after confirming that his clothes and hair could be seen, he took the rain gear provided by the system and the rain coat that Duke lent him yesterday, and rode to Rigbotton.

He arrived at the training base at about 7:40. From a distance, he saw the gatekeeper at the base expelling reporters, ignored their yelling, and shouted at them: "The club is not going to hold a press conference, we are not You are invited to interview, so I will not let you in, leave quickly!"

Of course, the reporters would not be willing to leave like this. At this time, some people saw Randall, but they just glanced at him and then looked away.

What they want to interview is the mysterious new chairman of Magpie, not such an unknown person riding a bicycle.

However, Randall's good looks somehow attracted a photographer to take a second look, and took a picture by the way, because he felt that this young man's expression of watching the excitement was very embarrassing!

Randall unknowingly revealed two small dimples. At this moment, he didn't know that they were exposed again. He saw the old man in charge of the gate yelling in a hoarse voice. After a while, there were security personnel from the base. Come over to guard the goal and emphasize to the reporters again: "No one from the club will be interviewed, please go back!"

The persuasion of the security personnel and their resolute attitude of not letting anyone in did make several reporters leave. Randall took the opportunity to enter the base on a bicycle, but just after entering the gate, he was grabbed by the handlebars of the gatekeeper just now.

The uncle took him to the security booth, avoided the gazes of the reporters, and said to him, "You are the only one riding at the base. You don't need to put your car in the parking lot, just leave it here."

Randall thanked him and asked the uncle's name.

The white-haired uncle who is a few centimeters taller than Randall, with a beer belly that can hold two Randalls, stared at him with gray eyes and said, "Old Parker, Alan, they all call me Old Parker, I know you who, but do you know what you mean here?"

He fixed Randall with pale gray eyes, and repeated, "You know what?"

Randall was hesitating whether to say something. Old Parker didn't give him a chance, so he continued to stare at him and said: "I have worked here for 40 years, and I arrive at the club at 6 o'clock every morning. It has come out of the trough, but no matter how much I do, I can only be a fan, an employee of the caretaker club, I can only see it change hands, and every holder of it, for us fans Say it's all God!"

"And you—" he stared at Randall, "you are no exception! I asked Alan this morning, and he said that you promise to bring the club a bright future, and you will lead the magpies out of the mud!"

Randall looked at him, unlike the fans he'd convinced the troublemakers before, that Parker Sr. deserved his respect. "I promise—"

Parker Sr. snorted before Randall had finished speaking. He glanced at Randall and said, "You can't guarantee anything until you lead it back to the upper half. I haven't seen anyone in the winter break." Selling so many players."

Old Parker turned and left after finishing speaking. He didn't want Randall's promise.

Randall looked at his back and saw that he went back and persuaded the reporter with a rough and powerful voice that was completely out of his age.

From the beginning to the end, this particularly "strong" old man did not have any inappropriate physical contact with any reporter. He just repeated the words he had shouted over and over again tirelessly.

Randall thought about the promise he had made to Alan Shearer last night, that he would keep it.

Not just because of his mission, but also because a team with such fans should not be fighting relegation.