Green Dragon

635 - Can't afford to be provoked

15-0 crazy massacre of Rubin Kazan, ten goals and three assists in a single game...

The bare-chested, muscular, white mist Long Shute didn't even need any special effects, he was regarded as the god of death on the green field!
Although he offered no explanation, all agreed in unison:

"This is a response to FIFA's exclusion of him from the 23-man squad!"

Infantino, the candidate for the FIFA presidency, immediately took advantage of the situation to issue a statement:

"Unfortunately, the FIFA organization has indeed reached a moment when it must change! If I am elected chairman, I will definitely devote myself to making various selections more fair and just..."

But... Even if Long Shute scored 100 goals in a single game, it is impossible to put him back in the squad that has been released.

FIFA officials quickly contacted him, hoping that he could attend the awards ceremony to be held in early January next year, but Long Shute unceremoniously refused.

What are you kidding? !
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After finishing the fourth round of the UEFA Europa League on November 11, Liverpool, who have won all four games, has advanced to the knockout rounds two rounds ahead of schedule, and then they can deal with the league with less burden.

At noon the next day, they took a chartered flight back to the UK.

Kazan is more than 3200 kilometers away from the British Isles. Even by jet plane, it will take nearly seven hours, plus refueling midway. By the time the Red Army soldiers walked out of the airport, the sky in Liverpool was already dark.

It is already November, and the UK in high latitudes generally loses the sun in less than five o'clock...

The personal assistant, Crom-Liu, drove his boss back in a spacious and extended version of the big Benz. Long Shute, who was sore from the long-distance travel, fell asleep on the sofa behind him...
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The morning sun shone into a three-story mansion on the outskirts of Liverpool.

A tempting aroma came from the kitchen.

Crome-Liu, who was wearing a scarf, placed plates of carefully prepared dishes on the dining table, and then knocked on the door of the bedroom on the second floor.

"Boss, it's time for breakfast."

He waited for ten seconds, but still did not hear a response.

"Boss, it's already ten o'clock, and there is still training in the afternoon, right?"

He waited another ten seconds, but there was still no sound in the bedroom.

Crome has never encountered such a situation. He has followed Long Shute for a long time, and he knows the life rules of this employer almost like the back of his hand.

In the days when Emma was not around, Long Shute's biological clock would never be changed indiscriminately. Not to mention sleeping until ten o'clock, he rarely even slept in after seven o'clock!

Of course, if Emma comes back, they sleep until the afternoon...it's also very common...

Crome confirmed again and again that the hostess hadn't come home, and then he knocked on the door again, before turning the handle.

There was only one person on the wide big bed, and there was nothing else on the ground that he shouldn't see, and there was no abnormal smell in the air...

Crom's mood regained his composure a little. He walked slowly to the bed and put his hand on Long Shute's shoulder, trying to wake up his master who was sleeping late.

Then he couldn't help but jumped up!

"Why is it so hot?!"
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Like every training day, Brendan Rogers said goodbye to his wife after lunch and drove to the Melwood training base.

Before leading the players to start training, he has more important work:

Hold a brief meeting with the coaching staff.

"The last game in the Europa League, we went crazy."

"I've never seen that group of savage old men... actually applaud an English football team!"

"Yeah, it's so morale-boosting!"

"I thought they weren't going to let us walk out of the stadium alive..."

Everyone was still immersed in that wild victory, and there was a relaxed and happy atmosphere in the meeting room.

Rogers smiled and waved his hands:

"Okay, okay, our momentum has been very good recently, but I don't want to hear you bragging. The next round of the league is tomorrow, and there is not much time left for us to prepare."

Assistant coach Sean O'Driscoll shrugged:

"This is not a problem, because we have been rotating, the physical fitness of the main players is very good, and the injuries are under control. The Crystal Palace is not a problem at all."

Several other members also nodded repeatedly.

Technical coach Greg Mattison came up with more detailed data:
"I analyzed the last three games of Crystal Palace. Their strength is too weak. They lost 1-3 at home to West Ham United and lost 0-1 to Leicester City in the away game. Although they barely drew 0-0 with Manchester United in the last round , but everyone knows that Van Gaal has long been a toothless tiger, and Manchester United's shots in the whole game were only half of Crystal Palace's! Such a draw is not convincing!"

There was a burst of cheerful laughter in the conference room.

As a Liverpool manager, there is nothing more satisfying than watching old rivals Manchester United suffer...

Chief performance analyst Glenn Driscoll, who has an easier job, flips through recent numbers:

"Actually, there is nothing to say. Our frontcourt firepower is the best in Europe. I can't figure out how the Crystal Palace's defense can stop our artillery fire. However, our defense needs to be strengthened..."

The others just smiled and nodded, but no one cared.

If you want to solve Liverpool's defensive problems... Mourinho has to do it himself, right?

Anyway, Mourinho's apprentice doesn't have this ability anymore!
Rogers cleared his throat:

"Although tomorrow is the game, our training plan has been implemented on Monday. Now let's talk about the areas that need improvement..."

The meeting was conducted in a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere.

Until Andy Massey, director of the medical team, received a text message.

He swiped the screen of the phone, his expression changed immediately, and without any hesitation, he told Rogers who was scribbling on the tactical board.

There was a dead silence in the conference room.

Hearing a "thud", the water writing pen in Rogers' hand fell directly to the floor.

Rogers didn't bend down to pick it up, his face was so heavy that he almost dripped water:
"Bad cold?! Are you kidding me, Andy?"

Marcy's face was as ugly as Rogers':
"It should be because of the rain in Kazan, but because of the long-distance flight, I didn't find out in time, which made the condition worse. But don't worry, it has been sent to the Royal University Hospital. After the training is over, I will visit him. .”

Although the clubs are equipped with relatively professional medical teams, compared with hospitals, they are far behind in terms of equipment and medical level. Of course, minor injuries and illnesses are fine, but of course, diseases that hurt muscles and bones must be sent directly to the hospital. regular hospital.

"Why wait until after training?!"

Rogers roared out directly:
"Now! Immediately! Immediately! GO! GOGOGO!"

The young marshal now has only one thought in his mind:
God knows what you did.

Stay on the front line when doing things, and see you in the future.

You, Long Ritian, think you can really do Ritian?
Look, God, how can you mess with it?
I can't afford it!

But, my God, you took Long Ritian, what will I, Luo Tian, ​​do? !

(End of this chapter)