Lu Yin Silly Waist

: Postscript (2)

Text postscript (two)

England, London, Isle of Dogs.

In a residential building, a teenager rushed into the Mandez Bar.

People on the roadside watched this scene in astonishment. After all, the Mandez Bar is the stronghold of the famous ‘Green Street Hooligan’

The boy kicked open the door of the bar, held up the jersey in his hand, and shouted: "Look! I got Nick's signed jersey! He is a Hoffenheim genius."

In the bar, a group of wicked middle-aged uncles turned their heads and looked at them sharply.

"Nick? That kid?"

"He also deserves to be called a genius?"

"To be honest, he played very well, but he is too far away from genius."

Seeing the disdain of the crowd, the young man leaned in dissatisfiedly and said; "How far is it, Nick is the hero who helped us make it!"

After speaking, the boy looked excited and said: "This is the second time we have entered the Super League!"

Compared to the youth's excitement, the ferocious old Green Street gangsters calmly said: "They did play very well, but compared to the Hoffenheim Golden Generation, they are far behind."

Hearing this, the young man curled his lips and said: "It's an old topic again. I'm tired of hearing it. You want to say how powerful Yi is, right?... But you have to know that it is a world of young people, and Yi is old. Neil is the King of Millwall!"

Suddenly, a group of old Green Street hooligans stood up and said with a grim look: "Boy, even if you are Larder's son, you should learn to respect other people, especially Yi!"

The boy shrank his neck and was a little frightened.

But he quickly pouted his lips in disapproval.

Little Larder, who is in the rebellious period, doesn't like Yi Le very much.

Because his father always compares with Yi Le when he mentions his favorite stars, and finally draws a conclusion.

‘What kind of garbage is this? ’

Yes, although Yi Le has a great reputation, he also doesn't allow his father to insult his favorite star.

He knows that Lard is a super fan of Yi Le, but he should also learn to respect the players he likes.

The father and son did not quarrel for this, but in the end the boy was always beaten and bruised.

But he did not agree with Larder's view.

Nick is a talented midfielder discovered by Millwall. He has unparalleled footwork and court control.

Under Nick's leadership, Millwall rushed all the way into the Premier League.

For teenagers, Nick is Millwall's most critical player.

"Cut! Nick is the king!"

The boy whispered.

At this moment, a gloomy voice suddenly came from behind, which made the young man's body stiff.

"Tom, I remember telling you that Millwall has one and only one king!"

Tom froze for a moment, and suddenly he got oiled on the soles of his feet, went from the side, and ran towards the door of the bar.

When he arrived at the door of the bar, Tom turned his head and made a grimace, and said, "Slightly! Your king may forget you all!"

After the taunting, the little guy ran away without a trace.

Only left in place, Lard with twitching cheeks, looked indignant.

"Lald, he's very similar to you!" a Green Street gangster member laughed and teased.

Larder said glumly; "That's why I bother him, he is too stubborn."

"In fact, not just Tom, but many new generation Millwall fans hate it!"

"Yes, they haven't experienced that time, so they don't know how powerful Millwall was at that time!"

"To be honest, Nick and they are also good."

"Not bad, they only made it into the Premier League by upgrading the play-offs. What can we say? Back then, we could sweep the English Championship all the way and enter the Premier League as champions!"

A Green Street hooligan shouted, and the whole bar suddenly fell silent.

Everyone bowed their heads, and their expressions were full of nostalgia.

Lard looked even more confused, and said, "I really want to go back to those years!"

Other people's expressions are also full of melancholy.

......

"start running!"

"Nick, you have to play more aggressively, you have to hit him instead of avoiding and use your body!"

"Asshole, I didn't let you shovel!"

Gligori was wearing a coach's costume, with a whistle around his neck, and he yelled from the sidelines.

Yes, after retiring, Gligory chose to be a head coach. He returned to Millwall and started with the second team players. Under the former head coach Neil Harid, he had to give up coaching due to physical reasons. After that, he took over the coach of Millwall's first team.

Gligory is very talented as a coach. In his third year of coaching, he brought Millwall from the Premier League to the Premier League. This is a very good result.

It can be said that Millwall now trusts him very much and hopes that he can continue to lead the team so that Millwall can complete the relegation task in the Premier League.

At this time, Gligory is training Nick, Millwall's most talented player.

This little guy is 20 years old this year. He has good football talents, a smart body and an excellent overall view.

To this end, he wants to train Nick into a true midfield commander.

It's just that Gligory's adjustment method is a little different. He always asks the thin Nick to fight against the opponent, and then makes him play more aggressively.

Gligory was very strict with Nick and hardly praised him.

After this reprimand, Nick said a bit negatively: "Sir, if my body is weak and I grab the ball hard, I will be injured. Also, if we play too aggressively, it will let the opponent find a chance to fight back."

After a pause, Nick pouted his lips and said, "You are too strict with me. I don't believe anyone can do such stupid things under my physical condition!"

In response, Gligory stared; "Why not?!"

Nick asked; "Who?"

Gligori opened his mouth and fell silent suddenly.

At this time, in my mind is the 14th figure who just joined the English Championship team and conquered everyone with amazing performance.

He uses aggressive style to bring fear to the opponent.

He is thin and weak, but he has a ball.

He has always been the perfect midfield template in Gligory's mind.

"Don't care who it is, but you have to remember my request! Because I am the coach!"

Under Gligory's pressure, Pique could only do so.

On the sidelines, Gligory sighed.

Yes, Nick is not Yi Le!

He is a bit too persistent.

At this time, a chubby figure ran towards Gligory.

Gligory recognized that this was Millwall's new general manager-Greenton.

Greenton was sweating profusely, his white shirt was soaked with sweat, the fat on his cheeks trembled as he ran, and he trot over with a document in his hand.

"Man, I have a big surprise!"

Glinton opened his arms exaggeratedly, UU reading www.uukanshu.com looked excited.

In this regard, Grigory said amused; "Could it be that we received a large sum of funding?"

Greenton thought for a while and nodded wildly: "Almost."

Hearing this, Grigory was shocked.

I saw Greenton handed a fax slip to Gligory.

Gligory glanced suspiciously at Glinton, who was very interested.

Grigory looked down and realized that this was a resume.

And missing the first character information, this one is an honor.

I saw the densely packed honors in the honor column almost overflowed.

[European Champions League champions 6 times, Spanish Serie A champions 8 times, English Premier League champions 1 time, French Serie A champions 2 times, Europa League champions 2 times, Copa del Rey champions 5 times, French League Cup...France Cup etc...]

Gligory's eyes widened.

what is this?

Isn't this making yourself happy?

The most important thing is the last honor, which is simply outrageous.

【Golden Globe Awards 7 times! 】

Do you consider yourself easy?

Grigory swears in his heart, and immediately the whole person is as if struck by lightning.

Gligori suddenly raised his head, his pupils shaking violently.

At this point, Greenton picked up the first page of the fax with a smile.

Grigory saw the top three-inch photo on the character page.

In the photo is the familiar face and the bright smile.

Gligori looked up at the sun's halo. Under the dazzling sunlight, his head was a little dizzy, and he barely stood firm, he murmured;