065 Real Madrid vs Malaga

On February 3, the second leg of the Copa del Rey semi-finals between Real Madrid and Malaga kicked off at the Bernabeu Stadium.

That night, they arrived at their hotel in Madrid on the team bus, rested for a while, and left for the Bernabeu at 4 a.m.

With a few hours to go before the start of the game, the Málaga players were ready to get a good night's sleep and be in the best shape for the rest of the game.

Murice, however, couldn't sleep.

Before every big war, he was always sober. Didn't force yourself to sleep, lay in bed, empty your head, and didn't think about anything.

It didn't take long for the phone to be left with me thinking.

"Hey."

"Muris, it's me, there's no one else around you, bring some money here, I'm in trouble~"

The voice on the other end of the phone was noisy, it should be some nightclub. It was a stupid striker in Malaga who didn't know what was going on, and he dared to go to that kind of place when the game was about to start.

"I'm going to sleep, hang up."

"Hey! Muris, is it a friend, I'm in trouble, it won't be good if you come to save me......" Luke was anxious, and at this time, Muris heard a man on the other end of the phone shouting in a rough voice: If you don't have money, you dare to pick up girls, brothers, beat him!

Muurice frowned, "Where are you?" ”

Luke said the address, Muris jumped out of bed, put on his coat, he deliberately put on an overcoat, covered his face with a collar, avoided everyone's sight, and got into a taxi.

Luke was now at a nightclub called Truelove, and when Muris arrived, he was being pressed to the drinks table, looking very wolfy.

It was the first time Muris had been to such a place, and he was very uncomfortable with the harsh music, the strong perfume of the women, and the rotten smell of a group of men.

After he explained his intentions, the waiter ushered him into a private room.

Muurice didn't miss it, the waiter's eyes suddenly brightened when he saw him.

He had been recognized, he thought.

If this matter is reported, Malaga still has him, and he may be pushed to the forefront again.

That's why Muris doesn't want to be here, he doesn't want to get in trouble, after he played a few league games, he didn't deal with much media, he knew that the media was a very terrible thing.

"Please rest assured, Mr. Muris, I will not leak that you are here before the game." The waitress seemed to know what Muris was worried about, "Can you take a picture with me as hush money?" ”

Muris looked at him.

The little brother suddenly reacted, when people appeared here before the game, not many people would have known, and even if he said it, not many people would believe it. As soon as you can take a photo with him, there is ironclad evidence, and a fool agrees to such conditions.

"Hug ...... Sorry, I didn't think so, I swear, God can testify, I'm your most loyal fan......" The little guy could have spoken, but now he stammered nervously.

Muris stood beside him, and when the little brother saw this, he shivered with excitement, quickly took out his mobile phone, and took a picture of him and Muris.

Muris nodded and left, the box was in front of him, and he had seen it.

The waitress boy watched Murice go in, and didn't bring it up until now. He turned around with great difficulty, stiffening and mechanically returning to his place of work, thinking that he was dreaming.

Didn't Yelena say that in every Muris game, there are male fans who faint because of screaming.

And this waiter brother is one of them.

It was against Deportivo La Coruna in Málaga, and when Muris kicked his tomahawk, the huge tomahawk rose from the Riazor Stadium, and the waiter boy clutched his chest tightly, and his heart suddenly fainted because of the rapid beating.

Muris entered the box, and Luke, when he saw Muris appear, broke away from the person holding him down and jumped to Muris's side.

"It's really Chena Murice, a rising talent in La Liga, a midfield magician rumored to have devilish feet, it's a real blessing."

In the dim corner of the box, there sat a young man in a suit and leather shoes with profound facial features. After Muris came in, the man also stood up and extended his hand to Muris.

"Hankson Sim."

Muurice didn't even look at the hand and took Luke over, "You should know that there are a few more hours to play." ”

"Muris, don't, don't be angry, I'm here to see a friend, she works here. I'm going to see her and leave, and you know, when the game is over, we're going to have to go back to Malaga. But she, yes...... Someone else's girlfriend. ”

Muurice understood, this idiot, was calculated.

"How can you let him go?"

The man looked at his outstretched hand, slowly withdrew it, and without seeing how angry he was, he sat back on the sofa, snapped his fingers, and the younger brother came over with a few cocktails.

"For your sake, for your sake, drink these glasses of wine and let you go."

Luke's face changed when he saw the glasses of wine, or amf for short, it looked blue and blue, and it was delicious, but adios means goodbye in Spanish, so you can imagine what kind of wine it is.

In many nightclubs, this kind of wine is also jokingly called "* wine", drink this kind of wine, just wait for others to do whatever they want.

"Didn't you say, just give money?" Luke grabbed Muris, knowing that they didn't keep their word, he shouldn't have let Muris come over.

"What, boy, want to come in standing and go out sideways?" A younger brother stepped forward and made a very horizontal gesture to Luke.

"Boom", the little brother who was arrogant and arrogant one moment fell to the ground the next moment. The beer he drank turned to foam at the foam and spat on his face and on the ground. And Muris, still standing there, didn't seem to move.

This □□ makes everyone change color. Some women, frightened, hid in corners.

The handsome and handsome Muris is not only domineering on the court, but also has a frighteningly high force value in reality.

The little brothers, who were showing off their martial arts a moment ago, were silent for a while, and no one dared to shout and shout and say good-looking things to them.

"Mu ...... Muris ......" Luke was startled, and Muris's face was even colder than winter, so that he didn't even dare to speak.

"After drinking these wines, you let us go?" Muurice looked at the man named Hankson Sim.

Players who participate in brawls are likely to be banned. Muris drank the wine to make it over.

As for teaching the little brother who was disrespectful, he was killing chickens and setting an example. Let these people accept it when they see it, if it is difficult to stay, it is not certain who will suffer it.

Hanksen Siem's eyes were as sharp as an eagle, staring at Muris, and his green pupils changed a few times.

Muurice picked up the glass, brought it to his lips, then tilted his head and drank it down.

"Muris, don't drink!"

How can you play like this, without Muris, how will the game be played!

What would he do if the coach and the media found out about it?

Muris ignored Luke's words, instead picked up the second cup and drank it without hesitation.

"Muris-" Luke reached out for a third cup, he couldn't let Muris drink alone.

But Muris took it up before he touched it, and drank it again.

After three glasses of wine, Muurice didn't leave a single step, grabbed Luke by the collar, and dragged him out of the box.

Muris covered his face with his coat, and Luke, who was directly led out of the nightclub by his head.

The waiter's brother saw the two of them going out, walked to the door of the box, and found that the girls inside were discolored, and the men shook their heads in frustration.

I can't help but ask a question mark on the door of my head, what happened here just now?

When Muurice returned to the hotel, he kept slapping his almost drowsy face with cold water, and took out a breath freshening spray that he hadn't used much to mask the smell of alcohol in his mouth.

Then he let himself fall on the bed, waved to Luke, who was standing on the sidelines, and let him out, he wanted to sleep for a while.

Luke was even more worried that Muris might not be able to get up from this sleep.

It didn't take much time for the game to start, and Muris was like this, I was afraid that he couldn't even get on the court.

"Muris, I'm going to tell the coach that you suddenly have a stomachache and you can't play this game."

Muris grabbed Luke, such nonsense, only children believe it. If the teacher is suspicious, he will know where they went before the game.

"I'll sleep for a while and call me fifteen minutes before departure."

As soon as he finished saying this, Muurice tilted his head, unable to resist the drowsiness, and fell asleep.

Luke was so anxious that he ran to the outside of Pei Shuai's room several times, trying to knock on the door, but finally couldn't make up his mind.

And Murice's bedside phone buzzed again and again, but no one answered.

"I said it a long time ago, at this time little Murice was sleeping, he slept more than anyone else, and he couldn't hear it."

"Vice, how do you know that Muris sleeps dead?" Ronaldo put down the phone, he wanted to officially send him a birthday invitation and remind him not to forget the party the day after tomorrow, where did he know that several calls passed, but no one answered.

It's going to be a game soon, and he's excited, but he's still asleep.

"Just last time, I went to see little Murice, went in at breakfast and called him, and slept like a dead man. When I just woke up, it was even more terrifying, that look looked like it was going to kill, I was almost scared by him~"

Cristiano Ronaldo and Kaka didn't know what Muris was talking about, but they were interested in what he had to say.

The deputy team was scared to pee, it must have been a terrible experience.

For playing against Muris, Ronaldo is full of fighting spirit.

In the last match between Malaga and Barcelona, the Real Madrid boss was enthusiastic and high-spirited.

Especially Messi and Murice, the two chess opponents, passionate collisions, both played at the best level.

And Murice was the highlight of the game, developing a series of brilliant passes and assists. Although his injury pushed him to the forefront, it couldn't hide the amazing talent he showed in that game.

Cristiano Ronaldo is keen to see what kind of game he can play against Málaga, who have Mouris. Is it more exciting than the Barcelona dwarfs.

Luke still didn't dare to say to Pei Shuai, seeing that the other teammates were up and ready to go. Luke went to Murice's room and tried to wake him up.

"Muris-Muris-" Luke called out a dozen times, but the person on the bed didn't react at all.

There was already someone outside the door urging, and Luke was in a hurry, "Muris, the game is on." ”

Muris suddenly opened his eyes, got out of bed quietly, and hurriedly washed up, asking Luke to wash his face and sober up.

Luke was still a little stunned, but Muris was already ready before him, packed his backpack, and waited by the door.

When he walked out of the hotel and got on the bus, he shook his head heavily as he watched Muris greet and talk to the coach and other teammates as if he was nothing.

Murice, is this okay?

Before the game, Pei Shuai was emphasizing the tactics and positioning of the game with his teammates, and Luke couldn't help but look at Muris several times. I found that he did not have any discomfort and was listening intently to the coach's arrangement.

Luke's heart slowly relaxed, and it seemed that Muris was really fine.

"Muris, your shoes are worn backwards." Willyton's loud voice rang out in the dressing room, and everyone else turned to look.

No, Murice's sneakers were worn backwards, and even the laces were tied messily, but he didn't look like the meticulous Muris at all.

"Hahaha! Muris, you have times when you are stupid. Manu Torres couldn't help but laugh at the team where he always calmed and always calm, and it seemed that nothing could go wrong.

The other team members also covered their mouths or shook their heads and smiled, this kind of thing happened to Murice, unexpectedly very kind?

Even the beasts that don't give much face find it much more interesting to have such a Murice.

It's just Luke, with cold hands and feet.

Muurice changed his shoes and tied them thinly. His movements are very slow, and his cautious piety and even a little clumsy appearance make everyone see enough excitement.

Camacho smiled and smiled, feeling that something was wrong. He elbowed Asenjo next to him, "Did you see something was wrong with Murice?" ”

"It's a little." Asenjo can't say it, Muurice looks normal, but everywhere is abnormal, if you really want him to say it, he can't say it.

"Could it be against Real Madrid that our aces are getting nervous?" So says Ivan Gonzalez.

Is it?

That Murice, too, will feel nervous, and so nervous that he even wears his shoes backwards?

It doesn't look like him at all.

"Alright, boys, it's time, it's time to play, why are you all gathered here." Pellegrini clapped his hands and brought everyone's attention back.

"Remember what I said before, this game, just give it your all, be careful not to get hurt, there are still a lot of games waiting for us to play."

"Yes!"

Muris stood up with everyone and said yes, his head was a little too big, and his nose accidentally hit Demichelis in front of him on the shoulder.

Demichelis stretched out his hand and rubbed the head of the Malaga ace with some sympathy.

If it were a normal day, Muris wouldn't have let those hands come close to his head. He endured hugging, jumping, backing and pulling his ears, but touching his head was a big taboo. But at this moment, he wished that hand would always be there to support his head, which was almost unbearable.

"Muris?" Pellegrini noticed something unusual about his disciple.

Muris hurriedly straightened up, his eyes cleared up a lot, "Teacher." ”

"Remember what I said, just go all out, I'll wait for you to accept the results."

"Yes, I won't disappoint the teacher."

Luke was about to get nervous, why was Murice awake as usual for a while, and worried about whether he would just lie on the ground when he walked.

He is more worried that the talented midfielder who is famous in La Liga will not be able to show his face in this Copa del Rey semi-final, right?

If this is the case, countless people will want to cut him!

In the tunnel of players, Malaga and Real Madrid met in a narrow way.

A group of Real Madrid bigwigs saw Muris and wanted to say hello to him. As a result, Muris stared at the cold wall inside, without the slightest intention of saying hello.

This guy pretends not to know anyone.

"Muris, when did you become so team-minded and opponent-minded?" Higuain asked Ramos.

There are a lot of good friends, because the club is on the opposite side, they don't dare to be too close and familiar with the public before and after the game.

Muris shouldn't be like that.

"Who knows, all of a sudden, that's it. If Muris Jr., the opponent is a brother, and he can also hurt the type of killer. ”

So Murice, before and after the game, didn't let him change his attitude just because of the game. Even if you abuse your good brother half to death on the field, you don't think he feels guilty afterwards.

Ramos has already learned this.

In the pre-match warm-up event, at the Bernabeu Stadium, tens of thousands of fans found that Málaga's ace was constantly spinning in circles during the warm-up, one person.

The fans in the stands and in front of the TV burst into laughter, saying that Malaga's ace was so cute and stupid. I've seen enough of his smart and wise appearance on the field, and it's rare to see him outside of his state.

Luke covered his face and was about to cry, Muris, Muris, please, you must hold on for these ninety minutes. It's okay to take a walk on the field obediently, and you must not get hurt.

If my brother can escape this fate, I will still contract your lunch for the next three months.

When Muris heard the laughter, he tensed his nerves again and tried to sober himself. He started to do warm-up exercises, and when it came to the leg press, he sat on the ground and didn't want to get up.

Finally waited for the side to kick off, Real Madrid picked the side, and Malaga kicked off.

Malaga played away from home, wearing the black jersey that the fans were familiar with.

Whenever Murice appears on the pitch in a black jersey, it always causes the fans to scream.

And at the Bernabeu Stadium, there is a legend of a black ghost.

Real Madrid, is aristocratic and elegant white. A group of good-looking, outstanding, and well-known players, wearing noble white jerseys, make a dreamy debut, which can always make countless people have the best reverie.

One black and one white, fight again. The dazzling black and dazzling white on the court soon blended together, and the game was in full swing.

Jesús Games controlled the ball, and after getting the ball, in addition to staying behind the defenders, Malaga drove towards the Barcelona half en masse.

Málaga are fast-paced and will want to make a surprise from the start.

Dribbling to near the halfway line, Jesús Gamemes habitually passes the ball to Muris. But in the old position, I didn't see their trump card.

And the commentator Pamensa, who was in charge of commentating the Copa del Rey semi-finals, and the guest commentator Homesey, laughed out loud after seeing the situation on the pitch clearly.

"Is this an agreement? The entire team of Malaga has dropped their trump card! While they gathered in the midfield to prepare to fire, Chena Muris, as the core gunner, was still circling in the backfield. ”

"Could it be that the talented midfielder of Malaga has some fantastic ideas? Whenever he behaves strangely on the court, what awaits his opponent is a wave of ghostly attacks, as well as unguardable surprise attacks! ”

Conspiracy theorists Homsey, alas, this time he lost his eye. But he did build momentum for Murice, explaining what he was a humiliating act on the court at the moment.

And on the official message board, all kinds of funny comments appeared.

- Is Muris looking for something?

- Upstairs, he was looking for a dream at his feet.

- Look, Real Madrid is going to be unlucky, and Muris is going to be a moth again!

- Isn't the most interesting thing about the reaction of the big guys in Malaga and Real Madrid? Look at the look on Murice's face when he found that he was still spinning around in his backcourt, colorful and colorful.

- Real Madrid is back on the defensive! The ball was in the front, and they actually ran to the backcourt to block Murice! Wow, Muris, it's too bullish, this is afraid that he will have a super long-distance God's goal in his own half!

And Homsey, for Muris's strange behavior, finally gave the most reasonable and only possible analysis and explanation.

The intention of the Malaga ace is to stay in their own half, attract Real Madrid's defensive forces, and make the frontline players attack a little easier.

With Murice in the back and the front in front, how much defensive power does Real Madrid have to spend on such a long offensive line to really block it?

Look at Muris? The play is really good, he looks drowsy and about to fall, he can definitely win the Oscar.

It's a pity that the most vigilant person on Real Madrid's side is him, no matter how good his acting skills are, there are people who keep an eye on him all the time and won't let him get the ball so as to kick that God's goal.

In the live broadcast room, Homsey gushed endlessly, and his conspiracy theories were finally brought into play. He is the only one who can see through the intentions of this talented player.

He was very happy and said to the countless fans. Málaga's midfielder brain will be getting tougher and tougher to deal with, why?

Because Muris, who has always been honest, began to learn acting, and his acting skills are really good.

Many fans are still looking forward to Ronaldo, the "diving player", facing Muris, the new Oscar actor, to see who is better in the acting skills of the two of them?

Not to mention that the fans are confused, even Malaga coach Manuel Pellegrini, who are standing outside the field, and Real Madrid coach Jose Mourinho, can't tell for a moment whether Chena Mouris is acting to deliberately confuse the opponent's vision.

You can't blame the fans and coaches for being blind, how can a drunk person have such sober eyes? Although he was spinning in circles on the field, his demeanor was still good, and his pace was not a little messy.

Regarding this point, Homsey regretfully said that Murice is only nominated for an Oscar at this stage, which is a small shortcoming, so that he will not be able to win back the little golden man for the time being.

The other, the referee and the head coach are not fools, put a drunk on the field. What's more, that person is Mouris, the most intelligent and unexpected midfield brain on the field. Whatever he does, others will be the first to speculate whether he has other intentions.

The most laughable thing is that such a completely unruly Mouris has aroused the enthusiasm and passion of countless fans, who are staring at the stadium with their eyes wide open and unblinking, because they believe that a good show will be staged soon.

and those superstars of Real Madrid, who did not relax or underestimate Muris because of this, but became more vigilant one by one, lest he make any bad moves.

With a "poof", Muris, who had been spinning in circles, suddenly rolled to the ground.

The audience was silent, and the live broadcast room also choked.

The fans were still wondering how to explain Homsey at this moment, and Pamensa was the first to shout out-