Green Dragon

Chapter 624 The Consequences of Not Giving Face

I was suddenly rewarded 50000 starting coins by the reader "Yizong Technology", and I suddenly panicked...
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With two bets, Gary Lineker has managed to become a popular figure in English football.

And Long Shute's vow of "not winning the league for a day and not cutting his hair for a day" also put him on the cusp of public opinion.

The Liverpool fans who have been conquered by him love him more and more, while those Manchester United and Everton fans who hate him and fear him will only hate him and fear him even more.

"Although Liverpool are at the top of the standings, they can't make it to the end. This has happened many times over the years."

"As an Arsenal fan, I agree with the Manchester United fan just now. It is difficult for a team that leads at the beginning to maintain this state until the end of the season. Don't ask me why I feel so empathetic..."

"As a Spurs fan, we will show Liverpool this weekend with practical actions, how hard it is to win the league title..."
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Crom-Liu now has a new job.

In addition to cooking, driving, and cleaning for the boss every day according to Long Shute's requirements, he is also responsible for taking pictures of him and uploading them to his personal media platform.

The main function is to allow public scrutiny, and he really didn't cut his hair short.

Of course, although Long Shute agreed with Lineker not to cut his hair short, he left a humane back door: he can properly repair his hairstyle, otherwise, within a month, Long Shute's head would become a bird's nest ...

Beneath his picture, many Liverpool fans left their own enthusiastic responses.

"I'm an international hairdresser. When you lead us to the league championship, I'll give you a king VIP! It's free for life!"

"If you can lead us to the championship, I am willing to let you fight my wife for [-] rounds!"

"Hey, big brother, wake up, when did you get married?"
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When the topic of "hair cutting" was still slowly fermenting, Liverpool had already come to London.

In the afternoon of October 10th.

Although this is the morning game of the 9th round of the league, there is no sun in the sky in London, and the temperature inside and outside the stadium is only around 10 degrees. It feels like it will rain at any time.

But this is the most common weather in the British Isles, and everyone is used to it.

"I hope that show didn't bring extra psychological pressure to everyone. It's best... to see this goal as a motivation."

Rodgers is in the locker room for the final lecture.

In fact, as the head coach, Long Shute was very dissatisfied with such a high-profile championship declaration.

Because he was infinitely close to that championship trophy, he almost tasted the taste of victory, but the final result... was that he became the laughing stock of everyone.

Now Rogers feels a bit bitten by a snake once and afraid of well ropes for ten years about winning the championship. Especially since the league has only played 8 rounds, it is too early to win the championship or the top four.

With such a high profile at the beginning of the season, if his stamina is weak, or he is reversed again...he will definitely not be able to continue here, and his psychological defense will definitely collapse!

But he couldn't criticize Long Shute, that would only make the already tense atmosphere in the locker room even worse.

What's more... Long Shute is not just an ordinary player!

"Andy," Long Shute waved to Andy Renshaw, the club's chief physical therapist, "please relax the muscles in the back for me."

Renshaw trotted over without saying a word, and gently kneaded the ass of the dressing room boss with his rough hands.

"Relax, Boy, I'll be careful, it won't hurt at all..."
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"Hey Dragon, doesn't your ass hurt?"

As soon as he walked out of the locker room, Long Shute heard a strange voice.

Then there was a burst of laughter.

Those were his old teammates, Alderweireld, Vertonghen, and Eriksen.

The first two were unshakable main central defender partners when they were in Ajax. They are also regular main players in the Belgian national team. Both of them crossed the threshold of 85 points.And the Danish teenager Eriksson, who was just a youth player following Long Shute's ass four years ago, has now grown into the backbone of the team with a comprehensive score of 83 points.

"You three bastards... it seems that you are going to completely piss me off?"

Long Shute grinned, bared his teeth, and hugged these old friends.

Eriksson shook his head with some regret:
"Do you know how happy I was when I heard your butt cramp ten days ago? But I didn't expect it to be a smoke bomb! Is our Tottenham so scary? Need you to be so close to the enemy?!"

Aldreyveld stared at Long Shute's ass for a long time, then shook his head:
"You won't take off your pants and dribble the ball today, will you? Vertonghen and I can't prevent this trick together!"

Vertonghen reached out and pulled Laron's special shorts:

"You'd better fasten your trousers tighter, I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself..."

Several people laughed again.

Although Long Shute has always been famous for being eloquent and eloquent, in the face of these old friends who know the basics, he really has no way to fight against three with one enemy, and is quickly defeated by their ruthless "mocking"...

Long Shute, who was "turned into anger from embarrassment", could only say one sentence viciously:

"People are doing it, and the sky is watching...Leave a thread to do things, so we can meet each other in the future...Let's wait and see!"
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During the warm-up before, Long Shute noticed that the turf of the White Hart Lane seemed to be watered too much.

Using water to change the condition of the turf is one of the advantages of the home court. Even in Bayern Munich, when facing Barcelona, ​​Heynckes still used watering to slow down the speed of the opponent's midfield.

Tottenham did this, of course, to deal with Long Shute. As long as the Red Army No. 8 can't dribble the ball at high speed, his threat will be greatly reduced.

Rogers patted his butt, turned his head and said to assistant coach Sean O'Driscoll:
"Fortunately, the Argentines are only capable of this."

O'Driscoll smiled and offered a flattery:
"Marshal Luo predicts the enemy first, he is really a master tactician!"
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The Argentine Pochettino is now looking at the red 11 players on the field, biting his lip solemnly:

"Damn it! Rogers...he actually gave up on the three Brazilians?!"

No Coutinho, no Firmino, and no Lucas!
All three long-distance Brazilian players were put on the bench by Rodgers!
Those who appeared in the midfield were Joe Allen, Milner, Lallana, Emre Can!
As for the No. 8 player who Pochettino regards as the biggest threat... he unexpectedly stood behind Origi!
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"Today, Long Shute...seems to be playing in the midfielder or shadow forward position?"

Zhang Lu also noticed this change.

Zhan Tianjun nodded slightly:
"Probably because the strength of the forward line is really insufficient, Rogers let him stand in front, right?
But Long Shute retreated and switched to playing the midfielder in order to enhance Liverpool's midfield defensive ability, but now that it is like this, what about the defense? "
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What about defense?
Emre Can, who completed a tackle, curled his lips and spit on the ground as he got up.

What else can I do?
The boss of the team is going to conquer the city, become a superman wearing underwear, and defend this kind of dirty work...Of course I leave it to his little brother!

"Emre! Don't stop!"

Hearing Long Shute's roar, Zhan stomped his feet angrily, and then let out a similar roar:

"I didn't stop!"
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Occasionally playing a defensive midfielder, for Emre Can, who once played a cameo as a defender, did not make him really angry. He was just used to it in front of his old friend Longshut.

And...to be as skinny as a big guy like Long Shute, he seems to be a little drifting...

Fortunately, he did not forget his responsibilities in this game. Cooperating with Milner and Lallana, the three of them used a wide range of running to almost limit Eriksson, Ali and Lamela to death.

As for the other midfielder, Joe Allen, his body is not suitable for a strong confrontation, and his running speed is not fast at all, but... Long Shute wants to use another characteristic of him.

"Joe Allen got the ball in the middle circle, he looked up and watched the frontcourt... kicked straight!"

Zhan Tianjun's voice suddenly rose an octave without warning.

A straight white line like a scalpel... across the turf of White Hart Lane!

Rogers lifted his butt slightly from the seat, but sat down again after only lifting ten centimeters:
"FUXK! This pass is too big! Origi can't catch up at all!"

Mike Marsh, a member of his coaching staff, shook his head:
"Brendan, you seem to have forgotten something, this pass...is not for Origi at all!"

Rogers was obviously stunned for a moment, and his gaze refocused.

Then he saw a group of fiery red flames surging out from behind Origi!

Vertonghen and Alderweireld stretched out their hands towards the flames while running towards the backcourt.

As professional players, they certainly knew that if they were pulled by an external force while running at such a high speed, their old friend would definitely fall to pieces.

But there are no fluctuations in their hearts, and in their eyes there are no friends... only opponents!
Red flames surged wantonly in the air, and the white number 8 fluctuated rapidly in the flames.

Tottenham's two central defenders couldn't help swallowing their saliva as they looked at the back.

They are going to stop this football overlord who once swept the world!
"Whoosh!"

The pupils of Alderweireld and Vertonghen suddenly trembled.

The moment the flame entered the restricted area, it suddenly accelerated again!
They thought... they knew this old friend all too well, so they went all out without reservation from the beginning.

But...their hands still didn't touch anything!

The flames caught up to Joe Allen's through ball before the goalkeeper Lloris attacked!
The tip of the toe is just a light poke!
"Long Shute grabs a shot!"

Zhan Tianjun's voice was raised to the extreme at this time:
"The goal is scored! 1-0!"

(End of this chapter)