Chris! Mordred shouted, and just when all the defenders thought he was going to pass to Chris, a long, diagonal pass sent the ball perfectly to BenzemCalehon watched mockingly, watching Mordred stagger to his feet, lifting him up with the collar of his shirt.This time when Ajax arrived, the whole of Madrid was filled with flavour. He also learns from the Ajax fans, buying a lot of tickets and the home game,This time the dinner was only a few of their players, not even the coach. As athletes, they were not as well managed as the nobles. They got used to fEveryone posed and shouted for the camera excitedly: "Fight Madrid!".
There were some problems with dumb horses, but they were harmless, and after half a run, their tacit understanding had become deeper than visible to tMerrys, you come to the office with me.Scarred little Merris reached out her hand to wipe the blood from the corner of her eye, a rebellious light shining in her eyes. Holding a stone in hi,In the face of Barcelona's overwhelming attack, the entire Real Madrid defense began to shrink, even Chris had no privilege, they were the best.There was chaos at the time. Higuain did not pay much attention when passing the ball to Mordred. His body almost overlaps that of Atletico Madrid's p.
At the restart, Mordred ran forward recklessly with the ball, as if he had run fast enough the outcome of this match would not have been fate.If Captain Cassie had not been a Buddhist, he would have been irritated by this group of deceitful fathers.He knows that if he grabs it, the ball may not be kept. After all, everyone knows that Real Madrid's players not only balance left and right feet, hit,Withdrawn in midfield, Mordred had fewer opportunities to shine, and they were of course unhappy.But Mendes doesn't think so, he'd rather the two really have a bad relationship!.