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Chapter 980 Postscript ([-])

England, London, Isle of Dogs.

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

People on the side of the road looked at this scene in astonishment, after all, Mendez Bar is the stronghold of the famous "Green Street Hooligans"
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 a Hoffenheim genius."

In the bar, a group of ferocious middle-aged uncles turned their heads and looked at him fiercely. When they saw the jersey in the boy's hand, they couldn't help curling their lips.

"Nick? The brat?"

"Is he worthy of being called a genius?"

"Honestly, he played well, but he was far from a genius."

Seeing the disdainful expressions on everyone's faces, the young man approached in dissatisfaction, and said, "Why is it so far away, Nick is the hero who helped us surpass!"

After finishing speaking, the boy said excitedly: "This is the second time we have entered the Super League!"

Compared to the excitement of the teenagers, the ferocious 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-fashioned topic again, I'm tired of hearing it, and you want to talk about how powerful Yi is, right? But you have to know that the world is dominated by young people now, Yi is old, and Neil is the king of Millwall!"

Suddenly, a group of old Green Street hooligans stood up and said with a grim expression: "Little rascal, even if you are Lard's son, you should learn to respect other people, especially Yi!"

The boy shrank his neck, a little frightened.

But he quickly curled his lips, disapproving.

Little Lard, who is in the rebellious period, doesn't like Yi Le very much.

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

'What kind of trash is this? '

Yes, although Yi Le has a great reputation, he doesn't allow his father to insult his favorite star like this.

He knows that Lard is a big fan of Yi Le, but he should also learn to respect his favorite players.

The father and son quarreled a lot because of this, but in the end the boy was always beaten black and blue.

But he disagreed with Lard's point of view.

Nick is a talented midfielder discovered by Millwall. He has unparalleled footwork and pitch control.

Under the leadership of Nick, Millwall rushed all the way into the Premier League.

For teenagers, Nick is Millwall's most critical player.

"Cut! 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 boy's body stiff.

"Tom, I remember telling you that Millwall has one and only one King!"

Tom froze for a moment, and suddenly, as if the soles of his feet were oiled, he slipped past and ran towards the door of the bar.

When he reached the entrance of the bar, Tom turned his head and made a grimace, and said, "Slightly! Your king may have forgotten you!"

After the ridicule, the little guy ran away without a trace.

Only Lard was left in place, his cheeks twitching, with an indignant look on his face.

"Lard, he is very similar to you!" A member of the Green Street gangster laughed and joked.

Lard said sullenly; "That's why I bother him, he is too stubborn."

"Actually, it's not just Tom, it's a lot of new Millwall fans who hate it!"

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

"To be honest, Nick and the others are not bad."

"That's not bad. They entered the Premier League only by qualifying for the play-offs. There is nothing to brag about. Back then, we could sweep the Championship all the way and enter the Premier League as champions!"

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

Everyone lowered their heads, their expressions full of nostalgia.

Lard looked even more confused, and said, "I really want to go back to that time!"

The expressions of the others were also full of melancholy.

"start running!"

"Nick, you have to play more aggressively, you have to hit him, not choose to avoid, use your body!"

"Bastard, I didn't let you put the shovel!"

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

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

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

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

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

This little guy is 20 years old this year. His football talent is very good, he has a dexterous body and an excellent overall view.

For this reason, he wants to train Nick into a real midfield commander.

It's just that Grigory's adjustment method is a little different. He always lets Nick, who is thin, compete with the opponent's body, and then makes him play more aggressively.

Grigory was very strict with Nick and rarely praised him.

After this reprimand, Nick said a little negatively: "Sir, if I am weak and grab the ball hard, I will be injured. Also, if we play too aggressively, the opponent will find a chance to counterattack."

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

Grigory stared at this and said, "Why not?!"

Nick asked; "Who?"

Grigory opened his mouth and was suddenly silent.

At this time, the number 14 figure who conquered everyone with his amazing performance just after joining the British Championship team was in his mind.

He brings fear to the opponent with his aggressive style of play.

He's thin, but he has the ball to fight for.

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

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

Under the pressure of Grigory, Pique could only follow suit.

On the sidelines, Grigory sighed.

Yes, Nick is not Yi Le!
He was a little too persistent.

At this moment, a fat figure ran towards Grigory.

Gregory recognized it, this is Millwall's new general manager - Greenton.

Greenton was sweating profusely at this moment, 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!"

Greenton opened his arms exaggeratedly and said excitedly.

Regarding this, Grigory said with a smile; "Could it be that we received a large amount of financial sponsorship?"

Greenton thought for a while, nodded wildly and said, "Almost."

Hearing this, Grigory was taken aback for a moment.

I saw that Greenton handed Gregory a fax slip.

Grigory glanced suspiciously at Greenton, who looked excited.

Grigory looked down and realized that it was a resume.

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

I saw that the dense honors in the honor column were almost overflowing.

【6 Champions League Champions, 8 Spanish La Liga Champions, 1 English Premier League Champion, 2 French Ligue 2 Champions, 5 Europa League Champions, [-] King's Cup Champions, French League Cup, French Cup, etc.】

Gregory's eyes widened.

what is this?
Is this just making fun of yourself?

The most critical is the last honor, which is simply outrageous.

[7 Golden Globe Awards! 】

Why do you think of yourself as Yi?

Grigory cursed in his heart, and immediately his whole body froze as if struck by lightning.

Grigory raised his head suddenly, his pupils shaking violently.

At this moment, Greenton smiled and picked up the first page of the fax.

Grigory saw the top three-inch photo on the character page.

In the photo are the familiar faces and bright smiles.

Grigory looked up at the halo of the sun. Under the glare of the sun, his head was a little dizzy, and he barely stood on his feet, he murmured;

"This world is crazy!"

　There are probably two more chapters.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)