Chapter 56 We Need Yi

The English Championship is not taken seriously in China, and there is no broadcast right, but under the influence of Yi Le, many fans still check the live broadcast channels to watch the game.

The competition has not yet started, and the comment area below is already very lively.

"I'm coming!"

"Wow! This card, how many times has this camera been aimed at Yi Le? Proper star treatment!"

"Why is Yi Le sitting on the bench, isn't Yi Le the core of the midfield?"

"Please popularize science! Please popularize science!"

"The English Championship has come to an end, and Yi Le is about to transfer next season. For the stability of Millwall's midfield, it is understandable for the head coach to arrange a new lineup, and Reading is not a strong team. It is almost the same with or without Yi Le. .”

"Playing the scum like Reading, Yi Le doesn't need to play at all. If it is replaced by Bournemouth, Watford, Wolves and other strong teams, will the head coach dare to play Yi Le?"

"Yi Le seems to be very popular. There are many fans in the No. 21 ball uniform in the stands."

"Just kidding, I checked specifically, Yi Le's No. 21 jersey topped the sales list of Millwall jersey sales, and Yi Le is called a prince by Millwall fans. Do you think it's a big deal?"

"So fierce?! I became a fan after watching Radical Road. Yi Le's footwork is really cool."

"Upstairs, you are a layman. Yi Le is not only sharp in his feet, but also in his control of rhythm, running position and vision. He is at the top of the British Championship, and even at the European level. After growing up for a period of time, he will definitely A world-class midfielder."

The Chinese fans talked excitedly. They were very excited before the game started, but the fly in the ointment was that Yi Le did not start.

Of course, there are not only praises in the comment area, but also a lot of good comments.

For example....

"The core of the midfield? Hehe, the core is still sitting on the bench?"

"I guess it's the media touting it again. We Chinese are bragging about it ourselves, and foreigners don't look down on it at all."

"Dong Fang's table is the best example. He blew so hard at that time! Didn't he leave Manchester United in despair in the end?"

There are many comments like this, but most of the fans ignore them. They are here to watch the game, not to be angry. Don't care about these 'wise'.

With all eyes on the game, the game finally started.

Millwall won the right to pick a side, and Reading took the lead.

Reading is a traditional English team, that is to say, they play the speeding interspersed between the two wings.

Facing such a team, Millwall played very easily in the past. They firmly controlled the midfield.

It's just that, in this game, their midfield core was not there.

Wayne's skills are worthy of recognition, but he is too young and has some stage fright.

Facing Reading's two big midfielders, they seemed to be frightened and played timidly, let alone controlling the rhythm. Many times, they were in a state of confusion.

Wayne's position is Yi Le's position, that is, the offensive and defensive hub. This misfiring caused Millwall's tactics to be completely unable to be used.

Reading took advantage of a drive from England midfielder Ofer Ejaria on the left, and Richards went forward at high speed and delivered a cross.

In the penalty area, Lucas wrestled with the defenses of Mette and Millwall.

The football flew to the middle, and Lucas took the lead to take off. Apsen almost tried his best to compete with him for the top, but heading the ball is not his strong point, so he could only watch Lucas shake his head like a lion.

It's just that this header brushed the goal frame and drew the bottom line because of too much pursuit of angle.

However, this goal also caused cold sweats from Millwall players and fans.

Too dangerous!

"We can't underestimate Reading's left-wing attack, it's their trump card, in the past game, Reading has 23 goals,

And their left wing provided them with 18 goals. It's a high-impact offensive line. "George Stephen said with lingering fear.

"The problem is still in the midfield!" Pessoto frowned and criticized: "Wayne, a Portuguese teenager, lacks the courage to fight. He was frightened by the two strong English men in Reading!"

Pessoto's face was full of dissatisfaction.

We're Millwall!

The team that crowns the Premier League in midfield!

And their midfield was suppressed by Reading?

Are you kidding me?

"Wayne is not easy. There is still a big gap between them, but we need to give the young man a little patience." George, just as Stephen said this, his eyes widened, and his eyes were full of disbelief. The man jumped up like a spring, and roared angrily: "Shit! What is this bastard kicking? This kind of ball can't stop steadily?"

In the arena, with the goalkeeper Beavers kicking off with a big foot, he accurately found Wayne.

Wayne seemed very nervous. His previous performance was terrible, and he couldn't help being a little afraid of leaving a bad impression on the head coach.

Under such a disturbed state of mind, Wayne's game skills were deformed.

The football, which was supposed to stop steadily, was actually stopped by him five meters away, and what was worse, that direction was Reading's retreating striker Lucas.

Lucas is still annoyed by the previous header, and is retreating dully. Who would have thought that there would be pie in the sky.

Seeing the football rolling to his feet, without thinking about it, he turned around and started, rushing directly towards Millwall's goal.

Due to the slow retreat of Lucas, there is no defensive player beside him.

This is a one-shot!

Lucas's speed was extremely fast, and he came to the penalty area almost in an instant. He faced Beavers, who made a fierce save, and made a pick.

The football floated over Beavers' head and into the Millwall gate.

"Aww!!! Stupid mistake, Wayne gave Lei Ding a goal."

The Millwall fans at the scene also booed wildly, and the conceded goal made them all blush.

From a certain point of view, this goal is an assist from his own midfielder Wayne.

 …

On the coach's bench, Neil Harid also got up angrily and roared, "What is this idiot doing?"

Dumbledore also saved his head, and said with a dull face: "Neil, I'm sure, Wayne is famous!"

Yi Le was in a daze, but now he was awakened by the roar of the two coaches, and he turned his head to look at the score tie.

13 minutes, 1:0, Millwall... behind?

 …

Millwall fans couldn't bear to watch this goal.

And the fans from China also called "Dinner".

"Is this okay? Is this stopping technique as good as men's football?"

"It's over for the poor Portuguese boy!"

"Assisting the opponent's player and breaking one's own goal? This is more humiliating than an own goal."

"This technology is amazing, is this guy here to be funny?"

"Change Yile to play! A good midfielder is placed on the bench, so it's embarrassing to let this trash come out?"

"I heard that the Millwall fans are very violent. Will this Portuguese be beaten?"

 …

Wayne was very scared, his head was blank, his hands and feet were cold, and the boos around him made him feel the gloomyness of life.

What have I done? ! !

Wayne mourned secretly, he wanted to go through a mouse hole at this moment, it was too shameful.

He thought this was the beginning of a wonderful life, but whoever thought it turned him into a clown.

This is wrong!

The script should not be written!

Yi's debut created a legend, why his debut can only be a foil, and today's game will make him a street rat that everyone in Millwall shouts and beats.

With more distracting thoughts in his mind, Wayne played more and more timidly.

Even Reading's two hulking English midfielders played off each other, leaving Wien dizzy and wandering through midfield like an idiot.

"This is Millwall, the No. 1 midfielder in the British Championship?" Ofo Ejaria joked.

Wen En heard this sentence, and his face turned red, but he didn't dare to refute in the slightest, so he could only lower his head like a doormat.

Seeing Wayne's performance, both Gregory and Gein were disappointed.

Unbearable to reuse!

At this time, they missed Yi Le very much.

Suddenly, the whole scene burst into violent cheers.

Wow! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ——

The cheers came suddenly. When the players looked up at the big screen, they found a black-haired boy jogging to warm up on the sideline.

This made the Millwall players look happy, except of course, Wayne, this guy's face was even paler.

Yi Le began to warm up, which made the Millwall fans full of excitement.

This means that Millwall is getting serious.

If they want to win the English Championship, they can't afford to lose even one game!

Before, they underestimated Reading and overestimated Wayne, which is why that outrageous mistake occurred.

But not anymore!

Their real midfield core is waiting for a dead ball opportunity to play to kill the suspense of the game.

With Yi Le on the court, every Millwall fan is full of confidence.

This is the result of Yile's long-term performance.

The scene boiled instantly, and countless fans jumped up from their seats. They waved their team flags or jerseys and cheered excitedly towards the black-haired boy.

The cheers gradually began to become tidy, converging into one with the same surname.

easy! ! !

easy! ! !

easy! ! !

easy! ! !

 …

In the distant land of China, Chinese fans were almost dumbfounded.

They watched the surging tide, the tidy cheers.

They are cheering for a Chinese!

Immediately, the entire comment area was swamped with two words.

Awesome! ! ! ! ——

"Damn! My scalp is numb! Now I really believe it, this is the core treatment!"

"It's more than just the core! It's just dad! Isn't this too awesome?!"

"Goosebumps all over the ground!!!"

"I ran to the living room excitedly and kicked my Erha!"

"Upstairs, Tianxiu!"

"The show of Tihua!!"

"One thing to say, Yi Le is too good, isn't it the first time that Chinese players are so popular in the European arena?"

"That's not right, I don't even look at the report card they handed over, saved Millwall from the relegation zone, and went all the way to the promotion zone, this is not over, now there is a chance to hit the championship!"

"It's too fierce, I don't know why, Yi Le looks so handsome at this moment!"

"Fuyi, even a grown man like me thinks he's handsome!"

"Full of love, handsome +1"