Football: Guards with knives, shovel Ronaldo at the beginning

This is just an episode when they arrived in Moldova. After experiencing the "infighting" of the European Cup, the current England team will temporarily not have anyone to do things like making paper men and cursing.

Hodgson is a little bit better. On the day of the assembly, he found the core player in the team to "talk therapy".

From playing time to serving the country, to sheltering the younger generation from the wind and rain, they are moved with emotion and reason.

Most players firmly believe that today's England national team must be the most united and powerful national team in history.

It's just that Hodgson's "talk therapy tactics" won't work on Lindy's side.

Hodgson, who got off the plane, looked at the hazy sky at the airport, and his mood suddenly became worse. At the same time, he also remembered the scene of meeting Lindy that day.

"Lin, what are you playing football for?" Hodgson deliberately put the conversation with Lindy at the end, and everyone before that was almost all exercises for chatting with Lindy.

But he didn't expect that Lindy's answer was so fast that he couldn't react at all: "I can only play football!"

Hodgson was obviously not prepared enough, he pursed his lips: "I mean dreams or something."

Lin Di only felt it was funny, the workplace CPU is here?

Believe it or not, I took out OFFICE and gave you a KTV meal?

Of course, since the head coach has asked the question sincerely, Lindy is always too shameless. He has a dream that he thinks is very challenging: "Become the best in history!"

Hodgson was taken aback again, I told you to talk about dreams, I didn't let you daydream!

But he thought about it again, according to Lindy's progress speed, it might not be possible to realize it one day.

He grinned embarrassingly at the corner of his mouth, and then forced a smile: "Very well, this is your personal, what about the team? It doesn't matter, be bold, you can say anything, you can think about it, especially if you have never dared before. I've thought about it, but I've never tried it."

Hodgson is still persuasive, and this set of rhetoric can be said to be unfavorable in his conversation today, but when it comes to Lindy, it's a little... a little crooked.

Lin Di pretended to be contemplative this time, and replied with sincere eyes: "I hope the Chinese men's football team can win the World Cup."

Is this dream bold enough?

Lindy didn't even dare to think about it, let alone try.

The smile on Hodgson's face froze for an instant, what the hell, I told you to be bold, not to be presumptuous!

China men's football team won the World Cup?

Why don't you let the England Men's Table Tennis Olympics play a Grand Slam?

Hodgson looked ugly, and Lindy looked embarrassed.

Both of them were speechless.

When the four eyes met, one seemed to say: Can't you cooperate and save face?

The other person was even more aggrieved: Didn't you tell me to think boldly?

It has to be said that Lindy's anti-CPU ability is still very good. After all, he is a child who grew up eating air pie all the year round, and he is able to handle routines and anti-routines with ease.

The more Hodgson thought about it, the angrier he became. Is it a waste of time for you?

He stared, as if a wave of anger floated from his celestial spirit cap.

Lindy felt a chill down his spine, and tentatively asked, "Then...or...England?"

Hodgson's expression eased a little, and he almost couldn't go through the whole process.

When the two of them finished talking, Lindy was still dizzy.

"I knew I wouldn't take that shit, but I just babbled on it for half an hour."

And in the parlor

Hodgson was sweating profusely. He looked at the assistant coach Rojo behind him: "Do you think this kid listened?"

The latter swallowed his saliva, and his tone wavered: "Probably, maybe, you listened to it?"

The two looked at each other, and both saw confusion and incomprehension in each other's eyes.

...

The team is located in a five-star hotel on the edge of Chiburu Stadium.

After two days of adaptive training, everyone played against Moldova at the Qiburu Stadium.

After winning the European Cup, England, who is worth the second in the world, also rose to second in the world.

No.1 is still Spain, and No.3 is Germanic.

However, Hodgson is very confident that he will be number one in the world within a year, so that he can also write a brilliant stroke on his resume.

Moldova's world ranking is only 138, and the strength of the two teams is still very different.

However, everyone found that after the tactical training before the game, Lindy always stayed alone for additional training.

This made everyone feel a little uncomfortable. Apart from Lindy being too out of gregarious, it also seemed that other people's attitudes were not correct.

That night, Gerald came to Lindy's door: "Lin, it's me."

At this time, Lindy had just returned to the hotel to take a shower after extra training. He wrapped himself in a bath towel, wiped his hair, looked at Gerrard and asked suspiciously: "Jie team, what's the matter? You have a friend who wants to Go to my training base?"

Gerald shook his head with a wry smile, and glanced inside.

Lindy understood that this was going to be a private chat, so he got out of the way and followed Gerald into the room.

Since the flight to Moldova this time is almost the longest distance in the European qualifiers, it is for the rest and status of the players.

The England team has taken over the two floors of the hotel, so that the room allocation this time is for one person, and the staff is a double room.

Gerrard sat casually by the bed and patted the place beside him.

Lindy's eyelids twitched immediately, and the veins on his forehead were almost exposed.

What do you mean?

I just put on a bathrobe, is it better than fencing?

When the club took a bath together, everyone had a selection.

Lindy's appearance is even above average, and only those of African descent can be crushed.

Before Lindy could think about it, Gerald said directly, "Lin, do you understand what I mean?"

Unspoken rules?

Lindy tightened the bathrobe in her hand, looking vigilant.

But Gerrard didn't care so much, and continued: "I shouldn't have come, but you know, the players are under a lot of pressure, this is not a club, Lin, do you understand?"

What the fuck? !

You are under a lot of pressure and want to vent your fire on me?

Lindy's eyes widened, and he was ready to make a move at any time. You little arms and legs, where do you have the courage?

But Gerald didn't seem to want to say anything more, he got up and walked towards Lindy.

Lin Di swallowed, clenched his right fist, but took half a step back.

Gerrard turned sideways, and when Lindy almost punched him, he heard the opponent say: "Moldova is too weak, there is really no need to practice more."

Call ~

That's it?

Lindy quickly turned his fist into a clap with his empty hand, and explained: "I'm just practicing the reverse foot pass, you know, in the last game I..."

Gerald was stunned on the spot, and said in astonishment: "Fuck, you said it earlier, I'll just practice with you. I'll let the boss know when the time comes, and we'll just do technical exercises alone."

Lindy scratched his head: "Wouldn't that be out of gregarious?"

Gerrard waved his hand domineeringly, "So what? Our Liverpool players are training, and we still have to explain to them?"

It's just that when he waved his hand, he just hit Lindy's bathrobe.

At this moment, the bathrobe slipped off in an instant, and Gerald was a little embarrassed, but Lindy was not afraid at all.

"What? Are you envious?"

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