Chapter 87 A Special Letter

Inside Yi Le's villa.

Yi Le sat in front of the old-fashioned fireplace, wrapped in a blanket, and the temperature in the room gradually rose, giving people a warm feeling.

In fact, this is not the function of the fireplace, there is heating in this villa.

This is similar to geothermal installations, but unlike northern China, there is no term for central heating here.

There is a heating machine in the basement, three huge oil tanks, this heating is diesel.

The expensive diesel bills made Yi Le almost think about 'honeysuckle freezing', even though his salary was not low, but later he realized that he didn't need to be responsible for these, the chairman Levi was providing the basic expenses, which made him completely unburdened Turn the heating valve to the maximum.

Sitting in front of the fireplace, roasting his body, Yi Le drank a cup of hot cocoa.

Immediately, he took out a crumpled and wet letter from the side.

There is a portrait of Spike painted on the surface of the letter, the drawing is good, the lines are extremely capable, and in the lower left corner is the name of the sender.

Joah Wu Leilai!

Yi Le cut open the envelope and took out the letter inside.

There were a lot of letters, two or three pages long, but Yi Le still read them patiently.

"Hi, Yi, I'm your fan, you can call me Xiao Wu Leilai, or you can call me Qiao Ya."

"Of course, I hope that you call me Joya, so that it looks more intimate."

"I don't know if my father can deliver this letter to you, but I choose to believe him. Even if he didn't deliver it, I won't blame him. He is a good father!"

"First of all, congratulations on winning the game again. I watched that game. When you faced Arsenal, your performance was still so perfect!"

"You may not know that I am one of your earliest fans. I followed you when you were in Millwall."

"I remember your debut was in the 13th round of the British Championship. You came off the bench in the second half against Wolves. That was the game I watched by chance. When I saw you for the first time, I felt that you would dominate that game. I don't know why that thought came about, but it was strong, and it told me you were different."

"The fact proves it, you've blown Wolves' midfield and made a legendary debut! It's so cool!"

"Afterwards, you started to lead Millwall to victory all the way, and finally won the championship trophy that season, which made me even more excited. I watched you rise bit by bit, starting from your unknown period, you You know the feeling, it's like finding a shiny diamond, and watching him gradually being admired by the world makes me so proud!"

"Later you were bought by Tottenham for a transfer fee of 10 million pounds, but I was a little angry at the time, because Tottenham underestimated you too much, and they paid too little. 10 million pounds is an insult."

"But you adjusted quickly, got a starting spot in the fourth round of the Premier League and started Tottenham's winning streak at the same time."

"Looking at your recognition and cheers from the fans, and the figure of galloping on the court, I put myself in it more than once."

"Actually, I'm a patient! I'm a leukemia patient, and there's only white in my world."

"White sheets, white curtains, white environment, yes, and the pungent smell of disinfectant."

"My world is monotonous and blank,

So I yearn for the wonderful and colorful world outside. "

"I yearn for blue skies, sunshine and the feeling of running."

"I want to run recklessly on the green field, whistling in the wind."

"I also want to be loved and cheered by the fans. You showed me a wonderful world, although I didn't get to experience it myself."

"These are my dreams. In reality, I can only lie in bed and dream about these. My body does not support me to do these strenuous exercises."

"If I didn't get sick, I feel that I would be a good football player. Of course, I'm not sure if I can be as good as you. After all, you are a genius!"

"I've talked a lot, do you think I'm sloppy? Please forgive me, because I don't have any friends. This is the thoughts I have accumulated in my heart for the past year, and I have vented them all in one go."

"Of course, I feel that you will choose to forgive, because I am your lovely fan!"

"Hey, okay, Yi, I won't disturb your training anymore, I want to watch you win, and I can't affect your state."

"Finally, I have a small, capricious request!"

"I am nine years old this year and I have leukemia. I know it is terminally ill, but I still want to face the world positively."

"The doctor said that this will help curb the spread of the disease."

"Actually, I am very unwilling. I am only nine years old. I was sentenced to death before I saw this wonderful world clearly. I have never been loved by this world!"

"Even until I died, I couldn't leave enough traces of it!"

"I want to ask you one thing."

"Yi, can you score a goal for me?"

"Just for me!"

 …

"Yi's shot!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Oops."

Yi Le stood in front of the door, and he chopped off his feet resentfully.

The shot just now could have been scored by Harry, Sun, Ali or Torres, but his shooting skills are too rough.

Yi Le backed away sullenly, which made the striker Harry Kane and Sun Xingmin look at each other in dismay.

Dad, what's the matter?

So angry?

Who pissed him off?

In the past, Yi Le was not so obsessed with scoring goals, but in this game, when facing Aston Villa, Yi Le showed an unprecedented shooting desire.

 …

In the direction of the coach's bench, Boas also couldn't figure it out. He called the assistant coach Michel over and asked, "What happened to Yi recently?"

Michelle smiled wryly, "No problem, he's normal."

Boas rolled his eyes angrily, and said to himself: Is this normal? A midfield core constantly pressing forward?

Although they have already gained a goal lead, this does not guarantee anything. If they continue to play like this, Aston Villa may find a chance to counterattack.

Boas felt the need to talk to Yi.

As for replacing Yi Le?

Boas didn't think about this point. Although Yi Le showed some willful behavior, it couldn't cover up his suppressing power in the midfield.

In fact, as long as Yi Le is not so aggressive and enters the opponent's penalty area, there is still no problem with his performance.

Boas waved towards the bench behind him, and Dele Ali ran over.

"Boss." Dele Ali looked like he was licking a dog.

Since the news of going to a bar broke out last time, he has been suppressed by Boas.

He knew it was a warning, so he appeared extremely honest.

Boas glanced at him and asked, "Yi, what's going on?"

Dele Ali was stunned for a moment, the feeling is not for me to play.

Dele Ali said wronged: "I don't know, his performance today is really weird."

Boas frowned slightly, then turned his head suddenly and looked at him coldly.

This made Dele Ali startled.

"I have a friend who said he saw you in the bar yesterday."

Dele Ali stared wide-eyed, raised his hands, and said, "No! Coach! I didn't go to the bar last night."

"Are you sure?" Boas sneered, narrowing his eyes.

Dele Ali was in a hurry, and hurriedly said: "I went home after training yesterday and went to bed at nine o'clock. I really didn't go to the bar. You can check the surveillance at my door."

Looking at the other party's eagerness to defend, Boas couldn't help but nodded slowly: "Well, that may be my friend's misreading."

Forehead......

Dele Ali was completely dumbfounded.

This... fried me?