Lu Yin silly waist

Chapter 55 Look Up, You Did Nothing Wrong!

Bang bang bang! !

In the empty training ground, Yi Le was juggling the ball. His eyes were fixed on the black and white ball, but his mind was full of chaos.

At the isolation fence, Pere watched the scene quietly. He had been observing for half an hour.

Finally, he sighed helplessly and walked towards Yi Le.

Pere quietly came to sit next to Yi Le, and Yi Le didn't seem to say hello to him.

Both were silent.

Pere slung his suit jacket over his shoulders and pushed his glasses.

Yi Le lowered his head slightly.

"Very contradictory?"

After a while, Pere was the first to break the silence.

Yi Le didn't speak, but the movement of his feet paused slightly, and the rhythm of juggling the ball changed.

For these subtle changes, Perret could not help but say; "This is professional football, and it is also the world of adults. You will not change anything because of your thoughts. Before you are strong enough, you need to know how to adapt to the new environment."

After finishing speaking, Pere paused, and said, "I thought you understood this when you left La Masia."

Yi Le was still a little unhappy. With a bang, he kicked the football high into the air, then adjusted his body, raised his neck slightly, and put his forehead on the landing point. As the football landed, his knees rose and fell like springs.

The football, which was supposed to be menacing, was quietly stuck to Yi Le's forehead, and was stopped steadily.

The football covered Yi Le's expression, only a deep voice could be heard.

"Will I be sold?"

Seeing Yi Le's stop action, Pere secretly praised 'beautiful'.

Afterwards, he got up slowly, patted his butt, and said, "To be precise, Tottenham chose you."

"But I'm leaving Millwall anyway."

Pere was slightly silent, then sighed suddenly, and said, "Don't you want to go back to Camp Nou?"

The football rolled off Yi Le's head, and he nodded slightly.

"It all starts with leaving Millwall, remember what I said when we first met? You have to leave Millwall."

"I know it will make you sad to leave in this way, but it is an indisputable fact. Tottenham have made an offer and Millwall accepted the offer. It only needs a nod from your side and we can join White Hart Lane."

Yi Le asked blankly: "You nodded? Didn't you say that Tottenham is not a good choice?"

"It really wasn't before." Pere said forcefully, "But now it's the best choice. Do you know what kind of promise they made to get you?"

Pere smiled slightly and said, "I guarantee that next season, you will be absolutely valued at White Hart Lane."

The actions of the Millwall club made the fans very angry, but there was nothing they could do.

The departure of Yi Le, Gregory, and Gein is a great loss, but on the other hand, they have brought huge economic benefits to the club, allowing them to have the capital to deal with the future calmly.

The fans have imagined a lot. They kept Millwall's Trident, and at the same time signed in the midfield and dominated the Premier League.

But the ideal is very rich, but the reality is very skinny.

After all, this is an unrealistic dream.

Maybe, this is the tragedy of the small team!

The night on the Isle of Dogs is very beautiful, the neon lights of Canary Harbor are shining, and occasionally young couples can be seen snuggling together, sweet and sweet.

Yi Le is wearing a hoodie and jogging on the sidewalk.

During this period, his head was very messy, and exercise can keep him from thinking wildly.

It has been a year since I left La Masia.

The strange environment of Isle of Dogs gradually became familiar, but at this moment, Yi Le felt a sense of loneliness that he had never felt before.

He was sold again.

Although Pere repeatedly emphasized to him the necessity of leaving Millwall, within a year, Yi Le has fallen in love with this club and the group of savage but loyal fans.

He really didn't want to leave Millwall if it wasn't necessary, but he didn't expect that his wishful thinking was just in exchange for a ruthless notice from the club.

He will hit the transfer market in the summer and be sold like a commodity.

prince?darling?

How ridiculous it sounds at this moment.

What Pere said is right, in the modern football world where the captain can be sold, as long as there are enough interests, there is no non-sale item.

The weather was very cold, Yi Le stopped slightly and exhaled.

The breath rose densely in the air, and through the cloud of smoke, one could see the somewhat confused and immature face.

After walking in a daze for a long time, when Yi Le looked up, he saw the 'Mendez Bar'.

There was a hint of hesitation on Yi Le's face, and finally he gritted his teeth and walked in.

Today's Mendez Bar is very quiet, everyone is drinking silently, which is different from the hustle and bustle of the past.

After Yi Le walked in, he almost attracted everyone's attention, but they didn't receive as warmly as before, but they didn't make any aggressive moves either, they just looked at Yi Le quietly.

Yi Le lowered his head subconsciously under the gaze of so many eyes.

Snapped! ! ! !

Suddenly, Yi Le felt someone slap hard on his back.

His entire back was in hot pain, and he grinned from the pain.

Along with the beating, there was a slightly scolding sound.

"Hold your head up! You've done nothing wrong!"

Lard's bear-like figure appeared behind Yi Le at some point, and he glared angrily at the indifferent eyes around him.

Finally, he led Yi Le to the bar and sat down.

"Old Will, give me two whiskeys!"

Old Will is the oldest fan of Millwall, with gray hair and trembling slightly when he smiles.

He handed two glasses of wine to Lard, then looked at Yi Le, and said with a smile, "Son, you didn't do anything wrong, so don't blame yourself."

Yi Le forced a smile, but before he could speak, he was interrupted by a rough voice.

"What are you talking about, you have to drink at this time."

After speaking, he pushed the wine glass towards Yi Le, and drank it by himself.

Yi Le looked at the high-strength alcohol in front of him, frowned, and said, "Give me a glass of orange water."

Lard immediately quit.

"No! You need a drink now."

Yi Le shook his head and said, "I don't drink."

"You have to drink, men have to learn to drink."

"I do not!"

"Bastard boy, give me a drink!"

"No!"

"Drink or not?"

"Don't drink!"

The two of them stared at each other, and they actually got into a fight.

Lard grabbed Yi Le's head with both hands, as if he wanted to open his mouth. Yi Le pursed his lips tightly and tried to turn his head away, but under Lard's huge strength, he was pushed back little by little.

This funny scene caused soft laughter in the silent bar.

The other fans looked at this scene amusedly. Lard is known as Millwall's disciplinary captain. The players would avoid him when drinking or going out to play, but who would have thought that there would be a day when Lard forced the players to drink.

"You are a stubborn cow!"

Lard let go of Yi Le resentfully, but in his heart he became more and more satisfied with Yi Le's professionalism.

The two stopped fighting, and the bar returned to silence again.

Yi Le looked down at the orange water, while Lard silently stroked the wine glass.

After a while, Yi Le whispered: "I was sold."

Lard nodded slightly, but there was no sign of an outburst.

Yi Le was a little surprised. To be honest, many fans would feel betrayed, let alone an extreme fan like Lard.

Yi Le thought that Lard would beat himself to the ground.

Seeing Yi Le's astonished expression, Lalder couldn't help but smiled contemptuously, and said, "Boy, do you think Millwall can't play without you? Hehe, you got a good price, and when the winter window opens, the club will have a lot of money for signings. Don't think you're so great, Messi and you, we will definitely choose Messi!"

Yi Ledeng said depressedly: "Messi will not leave Camp Nou."

"Then we choose Ronaldo, we choose Costa, we choose Neymar, you are still far away."

Yi Le pursed his mouth, his face was full of anger, and he became more and more depressed.

Old Will wiped his cup with a smile, then blinked at Yi Le suddenly, and said, "Don't look at Lard saying that, but I'm sure we can't afford these people. And even so, we will still choose you. Don't look at Lalder's stubbornness, but he is your most loyal fan. He was furious yesterday because you were sold."

Yi Le grinned, turned to look at Lard, who blushed and cursed: "Old Will, you don't want to open this store, do you?"

Old Will chuckled, stretched out his hand and said, "You talk, you talk."

Lard glanced at Old Will depressedly, then turned to look at Yi Le, and suddenly said, "Before you leave, don't forget your promise."

Yi Le froze for a moment, his promise?

Yes, he made a promise.

upgrade!Overtake!

Yi Le said seriously: "I promise!"

"Then go back to sleep, we will have a match in two days."

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　　Let's make persistent efforts in the next stage!

　　

　

(End of this chapter)