Mexican striker "Little Pea" Hernandez lay a little depressed in his bed. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In the team's in-house tactics session two hours ago, head coach Andreas Pereira announced his squad for tomorrow's game.

He still couldn't make it to the starting 11.

He is injury-free and in very stable form, but Pereira would rather start with Peralta, an old man in his 30s, than send his young, strong and experienced self on the field!

Are you kidding?!

Peralta is nothing more than an old guy playing in the Mexican home league!

Even Baidu Encyclopedia only recorded his career data before 2009!

His only highlight reel moment...... It was a brace in the men's final at the 2012 Olympics that helped Mexico beat Brazil, and there is nothing to praise for it.

And the 26-year-old Pea is the third striker of Manchester United, the number one player in world football, and the super striker who has scored more than 30 goals in two consecutive seasons and averages nearly one goal per game!

In the three group games, Hernandez did not get a chance to start, three substitutes, and played less than 70 minutes combined, but he has already handed over the data of one goal and one pass, and Peralta, who played nearly 250 minutes, is just one goal and one pass.

So his depression can be imagined.

Boredom, he turned on the TV, and the match between Brazil and the Netherlands was in full swing.

But he couldn't take it a bit.

Whoever wins this one between Brazil and the Netherlands doesn't have much to do with Mexico, because they belong to two different semi-divisions, and if they want to meet, that's the moment of the final......

No one expects Mexico to make it to the final, right?

"Hey, Good, I'm Javier, didn't bother you, did I?"

He pulled out his phone and called the only friend he knew on the Chinese team.

Qin Good's laughter came from the other side of the phone: "Haha, Javier, do you want to beg me for mercy in advance?" ”

"You're thinking beautiful," Little Pea sneered, "will you start tomorrow?" ”

"......" There seemed to be silence on the other side of the phone for a moment, and then a panting voice was heard, "Are you doing this for Mexico?" ”

Hernandez frowned: "Get out of here, I'm just a friend and a teammate at the club, I'm just concerned about your injury, I still can't start tomorrow, this damn manager......" He finally couldn't help but complain, "He just treats me as an opportunist who only picks up leaks!" ”

“…… Ah......" Qin Gude seemed to sigh, and then comforted him, "Don't be unhappy...... I won't start tomorrow either...... Ah......h

Hernandez clearly heard a "squeak" sound, and he finally reacted and shouted, "Damn it...... Don't tell me that you're having an intense pre-game warm-up in bed with your German girlfriend?! ”

Qin Gude muttered: "Who told you to call at this time!" ”

"Virgin Mary, you have defiled my pure ears!" On the other side of the phone rang the extremely unpleasant roar of the little Mexican pea.

Hernandez, who was already extremely depressed because he couldn't start, is now even more depressed......

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Qin Good, who threw away the phone, could finally concentrate on the "pre-game warm-up activities".

He grabbed Ether's waist and hips with both hands, and turned over hard, pressing the little German fairy who was originally riding a horse on top of him, panting and whistling.

Perhaps stimulated by his unconscious movements when he turned over, Aether's body suddenly stiffened, and then quickly became limp.

The cheeks that were as crystal as ice and snow were glowing with a delicate red glow, reflecting the long golden hair spread on the bed, which further stimulated the hormones in Qin Goode's body.

"There's a fight tomorrow......" Ether punched her boyfriend softly, but her voice was softer than her fist.

"I'm just a sub."

She was responded to by a large, moist mouth, which took her thin lips into her mouth.

Reduced to a puddle of mud, Ether could only make a sound of resistance through his nose, but no matter who listened to it, there was no hint of wanting to resist.

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The sun rises slowly over the Atlantic Ocean on June 29, and the whole of Brazil is sprinkled with a golden yellow.

When the "indulgent" Chinese captain finally got out of bed and walked into the training ground, he was met by a stern-looking head coach.

"Morning, coach, did you sleep well last night?"

His warm greeting was exchanged for a cold face from Lippi.

"Early." Lippi only snorted, then turned away.

Qin Gude was bored: this old guy doesn't look like he has any dark circles and bags under his eyes, and his room is far away from him, so it's impossible to disturb him......

Shao Jiayi, Sun Jihai and other players who followed him were also confused.

Chinese coach Li Tieren coughed: "Now announce Coach Lippi's decision." ”

"In view of the fact that in the second group game, captain Qin Goode ignored the manager's substitution despite his personal injury and continued to play for 40 minutes, in order to severely crack down on this unorganized and undisciplined bad atmosphere, with the consent of the relevant leaders, the coaching staff made the following punishments......

Qin Gude raised his eyebrows: Which play is this?

At this time...... Do you dare to expel me from the national team?

"Disqualify him from starting this game and you can only be a substitute." Li Tieren's slender little face finally showed a smile, and he patted the Chinese captain on the shoulder, "I hope you can learn from it and don't tire yourself." ”

"Cut~~~~"

The players who gathered around Qin Goode collectively erupted in a subdued and frustrated and twisted and disdainful boo.

Sun Jihai also patted Qin Gude's shoulder, and teased his fellow countryman in his Dalian dialect: "Gude, don't be tired, just sit there and watch how your Uncle Hai fights with Mexico for 90 minutes!" ”

"Yes, look at how your Uncle Hai and your Uncle Zheng clean them up!" Zheng Zhi patted him on the shoulder and took the opportunity to improve his seniority.

Shao Jiayi smiled and patted him: "Well, but you are not there, Uncle Shao, I can only give the assist to other uncles." ”

"Gude, don't worry, Uncle Gao will definitely take advantage of the opportunity to score today, and he will definitely not jerk off." Gao Feilin patted his chest with one hand and Qin Gude's shoulder with the other.

Artemisia Jun, who was only three years older than Qin Good, also patted him on the shoulder: "You kid is finally on the bench, watch your Uncle Artemisia do a hat trick!" ”

"Give me training! You old bad guys! ”

When he saw that Zhang Xizhe, who was only seven months older than him, also stretched out his hand to him, Qin Gude, who couldn't bear it anymore, finally roared angrily and rolled his eyes.

Lao Tzu is the captain!

You're all blown down on the shoulders!

And also...... That Wu Lei, why are you looking at me with that kind of look?

Are you a little guy born in November '91...... Want to be an uncle to Lao Tzu too?

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