The Young Lion

Thank you Thieves for your reward!

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In the seventh round of the Premier League, Tottenham Hotspur's focus battle against Millwall at White Hart Lane made everyone depressed.

This London derby was played with passion, not even a spark could burst out.

Aldrich really felt miscalculated.

He even sent a substitute to play, but the result was to let the substitute lineup fight the tough battle!

After half an hour of the match, Tottenham could not see the slightest sign of their soldiers overwhelming the frontcourt other than relying on their individual ability. Aldrich suddenly realized: The opponent didn't know that I would be on the bench.

Francis estimated that he would not dare to bet on what lineup Millwall will send to the game, as long as the opponent will show the strongest strength to play this league. After all, it is a London derby, and Millwall is a guest.

But Aldridge boldly activated the substitute lineup.

Fans on both sides of the stands were very depressed.

Tottenham fans feel useless.

Fuck your ancestor, Francis, the opponent is a group of young boys in their early twenties, you are fucking on the bus at home, you are shameless, don't make Tottenham shameless!

The home fans booed their manager in protest.

Francis forced himself to sit calmly, with an air of calmness.

I'm afraid he was thinking more about: If he loses at home to these brats, then he will be ashamed of others!

Wild Lions fans came to White Hart Lane with the prestige of the midweek victory over PSV Eindhoven, full of joy to watch a wonderful match.

Haven't Tottenham fans always had a sense of superiority?

I think that Tottenham's football is the most beautiful in England. Although we Wild Lions dare not call it the most beautiful, we must be the most passionate football. As neighbors, let's play a good game.

There is basically no hatred between Millwall and Tottenham. Well water does not violate river water.

The fans are largely peaceful.

But half an hour before the game,

The Wild Lions fans shouted hoarsely, and finally couldn't help but sneer at the Tottenham fans.

Tottenham. Stop being a coward, okay?

Tottenham fans burst into tears and were despised by the rednecks!

When the second half started, most of the Wild Lions fans were about to cry: Mahler Gobi, please, come out, you are using human flesh to build the goal so that mosquitoes can't fly in, is that interesting? As far as your style of play is concerned, the tickets are half as expensive as our Wild Lions, are you sorry?

Tottenham players are not tired from playing today. It just hurts. Except for striker Ferdinand who is relatively clean. The jersey is as if it is new, and the other players have retreated inside and outside the penalty area, either doing engineering work or having the sacrifice consciousness to block the hole at any time.

Aldridge almost scratched his head on the sidelines.

Duff and Van Nistelrooy are on the front line today. In the Glenshire trio, Ruud van Nistelrooy can fish in troubled waters, but the surrounding people are too dense, and the king of the small penalty area has not yet reached the realm of enthronement. Besides, Ruud van Nistelrooy is probably dizzy and can't figure out which direction the goal is. , full of people, bow their heads. It's all feet, and God knows where the directions are.

The abilities of Duff and Glenshire are not up to the level of breaking through dense defenses. Glenshire needs space, and Duff needs to hone his skills.

Aldridge's fantasy before the game was wonderful. According to Tottenham's posture against Leicester City, Millwall does not need Tony as a bridgehead like Martin O'Neill. We have a speedy winger. As long as Tottenham attack, Millwall will have both wings when switching from defense to offense. Fly, isn't it just a map of Pingchuan?

But Tottenham are determined to fight Millwall to death today. A successful defense is a clearance. The brothers all wait and see in the backcourt: Brother Rice, it's up to you! One of the defensive players on the opposite side is your nephew, let him go to hell once, and you can give him half of your goal bonus when you go home!

Ferdinand scrambled and scrambled at the beginning of the first half, and then he simply took a walk, so as not to be played by the opponent as a monkey.

The three midfielders today are Nedved's partner Lampard and Gattuso who have returned from injury. The 25-year-old steely Czech is a model model in the team. There is nothing to say about his professionalism, so his physical reserve is naturally no problem. In addition, he is already very talented, and his physical fitness can sustain continuous battles.

But relying on Nedved alone to lead this group of young people, the mental outlook is fine, but the teamwork is very threatening.

We can't blame them either. Tottenham were scrambling in front of the penalty area. A group of engineers worked hard. Nedved wanted to kill the thief but was unable to recover. But he still found an opportunity and patiently talked to Duff, Glenciel and Ruud van Nistelrooy. , Lampard and other players communicated.

Just relying on talking and kicking in the game, how much progress can you make?

Aldridge couldn't stand it anymore, he went to the sidelines and called Materazzi to the front.

Materazzi is also quite clean. Except for Ferdinand's attempt to break through in the opening game, which was easily resolved by him, in the rest of the time, he supported in the midfield, or he ran to the opponent's clearance ball.

Marco, go up, strike forward.

In fact, when Materazzi was called by Aldridge, he expected what it was, and he ran to the front line excitedly without saying a word.

Aldridge gave the players a few gestures to let them understand how to play next.

Grenshall is close to the center to shoot long shots, leaving the wide to Mills to cross, and the other side is the same, Duff is close to the center, and the wide to Neil.

In this way, Millwall's formation has almost become a 1144.

Only Rio Ferdinand was left at the back.

The midfielder Gattuso.

From left to right in the forward line are Neal, Nedved, Lampard, Mills.

The forward line is Duff, Ruud van Nistelrooy, Materazzi and Glenshire.

Although the formation is arranged like this, it is only a hierarchical arrangement when attacking. If it is defending, the forward line will definitely recover quickly.

Aldrich looked at the immobile Francis next door with resentment in his eyes: Brother, I have already reached this point, you are a man, just attack!

At least on the bright side, Millwall gave the opponent a lot of room to attack.

This is risky, but Aldridge can't help it. If you don't give more space to the frontcourt players, they can't use it. Some players are younger and weaker in confrontation, and the space is compressed, and the technical advantages at their feet Can't play it, let alone speed. They want to sprint, but where are they going? stands?

The commentators Martin Taylor and Andy Gray were also extremely depressed, and felt that the 90-minute game was simply suffering.

Come and go it's Millwall attacking, Tottenham making a clearance, Millwall shooting from long range, Tottenham players blocking...

When Millwall's twelfth long-range shot was blocked by the opposing defender with his body, Martin Taylor almost wanted to smash the microphone!

This cannot be explained at all.

If they are radio commentators and there is no TV picture for the audience, then eight out of ten sentences in their commentary are about Millwall attacking and passing the ball. Straight plug. cross. Shoot, infinite loop.

Just listening to this kind of commentary, the ghost knows if they are commenting on Millwall's offensive training...

All the fans in White Hart Lane were almost numb, with a blank expression on their faces.

Instead, Aldridge became the most active figure besides the players on the court. He is constantly adjusting formations.

The quality of Mills' cross was poor, and although Glenshire's cross was not good, it was at least better than Mills, so Glenshire and Mills were switched.

The same is true on the other side. Duff has no space in the penalty area. If he is given the ball at his feet, he can't even touch it.

So Aldridge let the more sturdy Neal go to the penalty area. Duff just use that golden left foot to pass the ball outside.

Now there is a very strange scene on the offensive end of Millwall.

Well, if we hadn't watched the game develop, I'm afraid the audience would have thought Millwall's players were drunk today. Materazzi, Neil, Mills. The three starting defenders rushed to the front Headed the ball and played the striker.

Hall really can't help it. On his bench today, there is only Van der Meyde as a striker. It is impossible for the Dutch lad to make a difference in such a situation. Let the defender use his body to expand the space in the penalty area. Grab the header, maybe a miracle will happen.

A miracle...I think today's game is already a miracle.

There is no room for frontal penetration, and there is no room for personal breakthroughs. Even if you give Aldrich a Maradona, you can't give him a defensive formation in England's half-court to break through layers!

No less than 15 long-range shots were shot, and Millwall is expected to set a new record for the number of shots and the number of shots missed within the range of the goal frame today.

When the game came to the last five minutes, Aldridge felt ruthless, pointing to Rio Ferdinand and telling him to rush forward too.

After the start of the game, the audience found that Rio Ferdinand had appeared, and felt that today's game would be very interesting.

As Leo's uncle, Les Ferdinand not only competed on the same field, but also played against each other, which will definitely be passed down as a good story.

But when the game was about to end, everyone shook their heads and muttered silently in their hearts: This is a fucking joke!

The two are so free that they can sit with Millwall goalkeeper Keller to fight the landlord.

sports?

It's almost the same in the competition whose clothes are cleaner.

After Rio rushed up, Gattuso retreated to play as a defender. What is Millwall's formation now?

145, or 127... It's absolutely retro.

Not to mention, as soon as Leo rushed up, Millwall clearly had the upper hand.

There are many high points in the penalty area, and the threat of passing the ball suddenly increases.

Several consecutive crosses frightened Tottenham's defense. They made a hasty clearance. Nedved, who consciously grabbed a spot from the outside, did not give Tottenham a chance to counterattack.

When the second minute of stoppage time came, Lampard moved to the wing and lobbed a high-quality diagonal long pass into the penalty area.

Aldridge saw this cross from the sidelines, and it must have landed well. There were three tall players from Millwall fighting for it.

Ferdinand, Materazzi, Neil.

Good guy, three defenders, if you just turned on the TV, you would think it was a set-piece attack.

Materazzi overwhelmed the Tottenham defender and grabbed the point with a beautiful header.

When Aldridge saw the ball flying towards the goal, he immediately beamed with joy.

But in less than a second, he fell from the heaven he was preparing to celebrate into the abyss of loss.

boom!

The ball actually hit the lower edge of the crossbar and bounced to the ground, where it was hugged by the goalkeeper.

Aldridge knelt down for Tottenham.

Really kneeling.

He covered his face and knelt on the sidelines, unable to hide his disappointment.

When the referee blew the whistle to end the game, White Hart Lane was booed loudly!

Aldridge adjusted his lost mood, and then walked straight into the player tunnel without shaking hands with Francis.

After being interviewed in the mixed area, he led the team to leave the sad place of White Hart Lane.

During the interview, without waiting for the reporter to ask questions, Aldridge said with a serious face: Congratulations to Tottenham on their victory.

The reporter froze, speechless.

He immediately asked the colleague next to him: What's the score?

0:0.

Sure?

The whole world is sure!

Only then did the reporter turn around to look for Aldrich, but Aldrich had already left. He immediately caught up and said hastily: Mr. Hall, you made a mistake. The game just now was a draw.

Aldridge turned back and said impatiently: That's right, it's a draw. For Tottenham, a draw is a victory. In their eyes, there are two results in a football game. Losing is a defeat, and a draw is a victory. Winning? What is that?

After Aldrich finished speaking, he turned around and left, not wanting to stay in White Hart Lane for another second.

The reporter laughed, and he immediately said to the camera: At Tottenham's home court, the defending champion suffered a fourth loss in seven league games in the new season. This is their third draw, although Hall performed very well. Not reconciled, but Millwall's performance today should be respected, and Tottenham, perhaps as Hall said, Tottenham no longer know what it means to win. Losing is not terrible, but the terrible thing is losing the determination to win. ()