Postscript (2)

Text Postscript (2)

England, London, Isle of Dogs.

In a residential building, a young man ran into Mandez Bar in a hurry.

People on the roadside looked at this scene in shock. After all, Mendez Bar is the stronghold of the famous "Green Street Gangsters"

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 the genius of Hoffenheim."

In the bar, a group of fierce-looking middle-aged uncles turned their heads and glanced. When they saw the jersey in the boy's hand, they couldn't help but curl their lips.

"Nick? That brat?"

"Is he worthy of being called a genius?"

"To be honest, he played well, but he was far from a genius."

Seeing the disdainful looks on everyone's faces, the young man came over dissatisfied and said, "Why are you so far away? Nick is the hero who helped us reach the top spot!"

After saying that, the young man said with excitement: "This is the second time we have entered the Super League!"

Compared with the excitement of the young man, the vicious old Green Street hooligans said calmly: "They did play well, but compared to the golden generation of Hoffenheim, 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 talk about how powerful Yi is, right?... But you have to know that now is the world of young people, and Yi is already old. Neil is the king of Millwall!"

Suddenly, a group of old Green Street gangsters stood up fiercely and said with ferocious faces: "Kid, even if you are Lald's son, you should learn to respect other people, especially Yi!"

The young man shrank his neck, a little frightened.

But he quickly curled his lips in disapproval.

Little Lald, who was in his rebellious period, didn't like Yi Le very much.

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

‘What kind of rubbish is this? ’

Yes, although Yi Le is very famous, he does not allow his father to insult his favorite star like this.

He knew that Larder was a huge fan of Yi Le, but he should also learn to respect his favorite players.

The father and son quarreled a lot about this, but in the end the boy was always beaten until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen.

But he doesn't agree with Laald's point of 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.

"Tch! Nick is the king!"

The young man muttered in a low voice.

At this time, a gloomy voice suddenly came from behind, which made the young man stiffen.

"Tom, I remember telling you that there is one and only one king at Millwall!"

Tom stood stiff for a moment, then suddenly, as if his soles were greased, he slipped past and ran towards the door of the bar.

Arriving at the door of the bar, Tom turned around and made a face, saying: "Luanluanluo! Your king may have forgotten you!"

After taunting him, the little guy ran away in a flash.

Only Lald was left there, his cheeks twitching, with an indignant look on his face.

"Lald, he looks a lot like you!" a member of Green Street Gangster joked with a smile.

Lald said gloomily, "That's why I bother him, he's too stubborn."

"In fact, it's not just Tom, a lot of the new generation of Millwall fans hate it!"

"That's right, they haven't experienced those years, so they don't know how powerful Millwall was at that time!"

"To be honest, Nick and the others are pretty good too."

"That's not bad. They relied on the promotion play-offs to enter the Premier League. What's there to brag about? Back then, we could sweep the English Championship all the way and enter the Premier League as champions!"

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

Everyone bowed their heads, their expressions full of nostalgia.

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

The expressions of others were also full of melancholy.

...

"start running!"

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

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

Grigori was wearing a coach's uniform, with a whistle hanging around his neck, and he was yelling loudly from the sidelines.

Yes, after retiring, Gregory chose to be a head coach. He returned to Millwall and started to lead players from the second team. The original head coach Neil Halliday had to give up coaching due to physical reasons. After that, he took over the coaching of Millwall's first team.

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

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

At this time, Gregory was training Nick, Millwall's most talented player.

This little guy is 20 years old this year. He has great football talent, a dexterous body and an excellent overall view.

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

However, Grigory's adjustment method was a little different. He always asked the thin Nick to compete physically with the opponent, and then asked him to play more aggressively.

Gregory was very strict with Nick and almost never praised him.

After this reprimand, Nick said angrily: "Sir, if I am weak and grab the ball hard, I will be injured. Also, if we play too aggressively, it will allow the opponent to find an opportunity to counterattack."

After a pause, Nick curled his lips and said: "You are too strict with me. I don't believe that someone with my physical condition would do such a stupid thing!"

In response, Grigory stared and said, "Why not?!"

Nick asked; "Who?"

Grigory opened his mouth, but suddenly fell silent.

At this moment, what comes to mind is the figure No. 14 who conquered everyone with his stunning performance just after joining the English Championship team.

He instills fear in opponents with his aggressive style of play.

He is slight in stature but will fight for the ball.

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

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

Under pressure from Grigori, Pique had no choice but to do so.

On the sidelines, Grigori sighed.

Yes, Nick is not Yi Le!

He was a little too persistent.

At this time, a fat figure ran towards Grigory.

Gregory recognized it. This was Millwall's new general manager, Glinton.

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

"Man, I have a big, big surprise!"

Glinton opened his arms exaggeratedly and said excitedly.

In this regard, Grigory said amusedly; "Is it because we received a large amount of financial sponsorship?"

Glinton thought for a while, nodded wildly and said: "Absolutely."

Hearing this, Grigory was stunned for a moment.

I saw Glinton handing Grigory a fax slip.

Grigori glanced at Glinton suspiciously, who looked very interested.

Only then did Grigory look down and found that it was a resume.

Moreover, the character information of the first one is missing, this one is all about honors.

I saw that the honor column was so dense that it almost overflowed.

[6-time UEFA Champions League champion, 8-time Spanish Serie A champion, 1-time English Premier League champion, 2-time French Ligue 1 champion, 2-time Europa League champion, 5-time Copa del Rey champion, French League Cup...France Cup, etc...]

Grigori's eyes widened.

what is this?

Are you just trying to make fun of yourself?

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

[Golden Globe Award 7 times! 】

Why do you think you are Yi?

Grigori cursed in his heart, and immediately his whole body went stiff as if he had been struck by lightning.

Grigory raised his head suddenly, his pupils shaking violently.

At this time, Glinton chuckled and picked up the first page of the fax.

Grigory saw the top three inches of the photo on the profile page.

The photo shows a familiar face and a bright smile.

Grigory looked up at the halo of the sun. Under the dazzling sunlight, his head was a little dizzy. He barely stood firm and murmured;

"This world...is crazy!"

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