Lu Yin silly waist

Chapter 4 Want to score a goal?

Recently, Millwall's results are not ideal, they slipped into the relegation zone, and the next three rounds will be the key to their relegation.

At this juncture, the football hooligans of Millwall acted and began to put pressure on the club. They could not accept such a dismal result.

They don't relegate!

At the very least, they will stay in the Championship!

Looking at those ferocious fans, Dumbledore's eyelids twitched. He knew how fierce this group was.

"Ninier, let's pretend we didn't see it."

This guy can't speak well.

Neil Khalid shook his head helplessly. He is the head coach. At this time, he needs to stand up.

At the gate of the Millwall Club, the appearance of Neil Khalid made the noisy scene fall into silence.

A group of football hooligans looked at the old captain who once led them and the current head coach with unfriendly eyes.

Lalder looked at Neil Harid and sneered, "You can't play football, you can't coach, Millwall will be destroyed in your hands."

Neil Khalid looked livid, but he tried his best to control his emotions, saying: "Lard, the club is at a critical moment now, we need your support, not make trouble!"

"Trouble?!! You call this trouble?!" Lard's voice was as loud as a gong, and he stared at the bull's eye, angrily said: "Look at what you are playing? We don't buy tickets to watch you lose, we want to win, we want to overtake!"

"Give us some time, I promise!"

Lard squinted his eyes and looked at Neil Harid, and finally snorted coldly, and said: "For the sake of having played for Millwall for most of your life, I won't make things difficult for you this time, but remember, we need victory! Victory! Victory!"

After finishing speaking viciously, Lard waved his hand and said, "Let's go!"

Oh oh oh oh oh! ! !

Proud lion, strut our heads high, we have nothing to fear!

Looking at the team leaving in such a mighty manner, Neil Khalid's face became more and more ugly. He couldn't help but look up at the sky, which was gray, just like Millwall's dismal league record.

In the 2014/2015 season, Millwall encountered Waterloo in the British Championship, and they were about to be kicked out of the British Championship.

What makes the fans most desperate is that they can't see any hope. The team seems to be exhausted by injuries and fatigue, and they can't raise the slightest fighting spirit.

Ugly game!

This is the fans' summary of Millwall's recent performance.

This season has been a nightmare for the Millwalls, who fell into the relegation zone with one win, three draws and eight losses.

This result was a disastrous blow for the Millwall people.

The whole of Millwall seemed to be shrouded in a layer of haze, which could not be discarded.

How much they hope that there will be a ray of sunshine coming in. They need a hero to stand up and save this team that is constantly falling into the abyss.

"That fan just now, he doesn't like Millwall?"

Suddenly, Yi Le appeared next to Neil at some unknown time and asked.

Neil Halliday was slightly taken aback, pursed his lips, and shook his head vigorously: "No! He loves this team, and he loves her more than anyone else!"

Yi Le couldn't understand, he looked at the strong man with the 'lion' tattooed on his back, his eyes were full of doubts.

Yi Le was quickly settled down, and his accommodation was arranged in the club's dormitory.

In the afternoon, Yi Le was called to the office by Neil Halliday.

Neil Khalid looked a little stern, and said: "You don't have long time to adapt. You have to integrate into the team as soon as possible to help the team win. In the next game, you will be Abdu's substitute. When Abdo is exhausted, you need to replace him and help Millwall sort out the midfield. Is there a problem?"

Yi Le quickly shouted: "No problem."

"Okay, now go to the training ground with me, you need to understand the team's tactics as soon as possible."

In the training ground, Yi Le met his teammates very quickly, neither enthusiastic nor indifferent. After all, without friendship and before showing his strength, it was difficult for Yi Le to integrate into it.

But in the warm-up session, Yi Le's gorgeous style of play caught everyone's attention.

When they learned that Yi Le was from La Masia, there was a flash of surprise in their eyes, but that was all.

After the warm-up is over, enter the group confrontation stage, the confrontation between the substitute and the main force.

Interestingly, as Millwall's leading striker - Gregory appeared on the bench.

When Grigory was young, he was in a brave state and could be called scoring goals, but as he got older, he had to change his playing style, from a breakthrough striker to a pie striker, but fortunately, his excellent ability to grab points made him competent for this position. Even in the twilight of his career, the feat of scoring 21 goals in a single season can be called a rejuvenation of a veteran.

But with his transfer to Millwall, the chaotic midfielder could not provide him with enough shells. The veteran fell silent again, and now he can't even play the game and can only sit on the bench.

The competition will start soon.

Yi Le appeared in the position of the midfielder, which is a position he is familiar with. Along with the move of the midfielder, the midfielder has been improved from the midfielder to the midfielder, and the midfielder has become the engine of offense. There are even some multifunctional midfielders that can defend and attack.

Yi Le's stature is thin, and Neil Harid did not give him the defensive burden. He gave Yi Le only one task, to sort out the midfield and strengthen the offensive ability.

The ideal is full, but the reality is very skinny.

Looking at Yi Le on the field, Neil Harid frowned.

What is this guy doing?

is he walking

The confrontation training has been going on for 15 minutes, and Yi Le only touched the ball three times, and they all touched the ball with one foot, without any outstanding performance.

And the teammates didn't seem to trust him very much, and didn't pass him the ball and let him play the role of commander.

That would be embarrassing.

Yi Le wandered aimlessly in the midfield, but his teammates only regarded him as an invisible person and ignored him.

What can an organizing midfielder do if he doesn't pass the ball to him?

Yi Le gave the answer, he was walking!

"It doesn't seem to work!" Dumbledore said with a look of embarrassment.

He didn't want to refute Neil's face, but Yi Le's performance was really bad.

Neil Khalid also frowned. He would not force the players to do things they did not want. Unlike those iron-fisted coaches, he was used to listening to the voices and feelings of the players.

At this time, if it was Sir Ferguson, it is estimated that the large hair dryer would start to run crazily.

Yi Le played very awkwardly. On the one hand, his teammates did not pass the ball to him. On the other hand, Millwall's way of playing made him feel uncomfortable.

Football doesn't stay in the midfield for too long. They seem to rely more on the wings on both sides, hoping to disrupt the opponent's defense through high-speed breakthroughs, but things are counterproductive. In the confrontation with the main team, the two wings are completely blocked, let alone a breakthrough.

Of course, the most depressing thing is not Yi Le, but Millwall's leading striker-Grigory.

This guy was standing in the opponent's penalty area with his waist thrust forward, looking at the messy midfield behind him and the defense that had been completely collapsed by the opponent's left wing and shook his head.

Grigory is a pie striker, if you don't give him a pie, how can he score?

This is the status quo after he came to Millwall. The poor midfielder was completely unable to activate his ability to grab points.

Without a platform for transporting shells, he is just a boring shell!

The first half was over soon, Yi Le was very awkward, but Grigory was obviously used to it, wiped his clean forehead, took a few symbolic breaths, and was ready to leave.

Just as Grigory took a step, a person suddenly appeared in front of him, which startled him. When he saw the person clearly, he couldn't help asking in surprise, "Is there something wrong?"

"Want to score a goal?" (Spanish).

Gregory: ? ? ?

Yi Le was stunned for a moment, then scratched his ears and cheeks anxiously, turned his head and ran wildly, and rushed towards the coach's bench.

After a few seconds, he pulled the panting Dumbledore back over.

Yi Le pointed to himself, then to Gregory, and said, "Translation."

Dumbledore panted a little anxiously, rolled his eyes at Yi Le, and then nodded.

Yi Le repeated: "Do you want to score a goal?"

Dumbledore paused for a moment.

"Translate!"

Yi Le shouted dissatisfied.

Dumbledore hastily translated.

This time it was Grigory's turn to be stunned.

Want to score?

Of course fucking!

But the question is how?

I saw that Yi Le's expression showed a trace of grievance, and he pointed to the substitute teammate not far away and said, "Then you take care of them and let them pass the ball to me."

After Dumbledore finished translating, he looked at Yi Le in surprise, this little guy is not stupid!

Know to find a backer.

Grigory said suspiciously: "You can let me score?

It's not that he underestimated Yi Le, it's that this sentence really has no credibility.

"I was born in La Masia, and Messi praised my pass!"

Yi Le said concisely.

In Yi Le's understanding, he did play football with Messi. It was a shooting practice. One of his anti-aircraft guns was easily unloaded by Messi outside the training field, and then he gave him a thumbs up encouragingly.

Of course, this is a compliment to Yi Le in his senses!

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Grigory felt a little absurd. He did have the right to speak. If he let go, his teammates would still give him face.

But is this little guy really trustworthy?

At this time, Yi Le tried to maintain a serious expression, mouthed the word'Messi', and then patted his chest confidently.

Grigory looked at the opponent speechlessly, struggling for a long time, but it is undeniable that he is still eager to score.

"You only have three chances to organize an attack!"

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