The Young Lion

Three hundred and sixty-nine, three little starving ghosts

In the final period of the game, although Chelsea counterattacked vigorously with a sigh of relief, Millwall controlled the rhythm of the game through skillful passing and control techniques, and did not give Chelsea even a chance to threaten their own gate.

When the referee blew the whistle for the end of the game, the Chelsea fans at Stamford Bridge left silently.

The Wild Lions fans felt refreshed from head to toe, more enjoyable than playing to win the game by themselves, and the hearty pleasure lingered for a long time.

The focus of the London derby, Chelsea was at Stamford Bridge and lost 2:4 to their rival Millwall. They fell from the leader of the standings to the fourth place. Although Millwall won the ball, the ranking only rose. One, they are still one point behind Manchester United and Arsenal, but Hall should be satisfied and the fans will be happy, at least Chelsea are behind them.

Aldridge took the initiative to go to Vialli to shake hands. The opponent seemed to have suffered a huge blow, and stood there in a daze. After Aldridge approached, he patted the opponent's arm and walked into the player's tunnel without saying anything.

In the post-match press conference, Aldridge was asked if his opinion of Chelsea had changed.

He emphasized before the game that Chelsea was extremely strong, but Millwall beat Chelsea away.

Aldridge's tone remained unchanged, still claiming that Chelsea is very strong.

The higher you praise Chelsea, the more precious Millwall's victory will be, and it also proves that Millwall is stronger.

If Chelsea are demoted to nothing, Millwall's victory seems to be greatly reduced.

In the locker room, the players were praised for their performance today, and then the whole team took the bus back to East London and disbanded on the spot.

Aldrich changed into casual clothes when he got home. Jeans, T-shirt and windbreaker, the sky is already dark. He strolled towards the gate of the community, where three teenagers in casual attire were chatting together.

De Rossi talked eloquently about Ronaldinho's goal in today's game, saying: Did you see the action of him dunking the opponent? The rhythm is too good. First, the body fakes the right side. Force the opponent's center of gravity Leaning, then suddenly spiked the ball and broke through from the left, the same before the shot, stopped and pretended to pass the ball, Chelsea's defense was taken aback, and reflexively wanted to intercept his path of the ball, but he didn't expect him to be on the spot. I just shot the goal, and the curve ball is actually very ordinary. I used to watch him train, and this kind of ball was commonplace.”

Both Messi and Aguero looked up at De Rossi, as if they were listening to senior seniors commenting on the ball.

After De Rossi finished speaking, he had a smug expression on his face,

It seems that I have gained knowledge for these two boys.

Aguero said crisply: I can also score that goal. I played against the elementary school team in the southern community yesterday. I scored four.

Messi scratched his head and said softly: I scored five.

De Rossi frowned: How many games have you played?

Aguero curled his lips and said: One game. They ran away before finishing the kick.

90 minutes for a game?

Uh, 40 minutes, 20 minutes each in the second half. The referee didn't give stoppage time, it's annoying!

Aguero was worried about yesterday's game. With 5 minutes left in the game, the opponent said he would not play.

What's the score?

13:0.

Are you playing with kids under 10?

Messi shook his head, touched his shoulder subconsciously, and said, They are all about 12 years old. Their bodies are so strong. My shoulder still hurts from the impact. I couldn't sleep well last night.

De Rossi was speechless for a while, then coughed twice, and said with a straight face: Hey, then you have encountered rookies, and they must not know how to play football. Three months ago, I, as the captain, led a group of Teammates with an average age of 14 won the first Millwall Junior Charity Cup. When they entered the regional championship knockout round, their opponents were almost all 16-year-old lineup. Some of them, I suspect, may be 18 years old. Mi Ba.

Aguero raised his head enviously and asked, How many goals have you scored?

De Rossi almost vomited blood, his eyes dodged and he said indifferently: 3.

Three in the final?

Uh, all games.

How many games in total?

10 games.

...

The eyes of Messi and Aguero looking up at De Rossi have all changed.

De Rossi immediately yelled: What do you know? I am not a striker on the field. I am a spiritual leader, a leader, a leader, do you understand? I am a leader who can defend, attack, assist and clear sieges!

Aguero looked left and right, while Messi was thoughtful, and suddenly asked: How many goals has that Portuguese kid scored?

De Rossi touched his nose and said, Twenty-four.

Wow!

Aguero opened his mouth wide in surprise.

Messi curled his lips indifferently.

Speaking of it, neither he nor Aguero likes Ronaldo, and that kid is a bit bully and fearful.

If they train and play games together, Ronaldo will always dictate to Messi and Aguero and let them serve him.

But if he is in the echelon of the senior age group, Ronaldo can only keep his own place and do his job well, and strive to make no mistakes.

What are you talking about?

Messi and Aguero suddenly shrank their necks, and their heads were gently held down by a big hand. There was no way, they were both small, and Aldrich could touch the tops of their heads with a slight raise of his hand.

Seeing Aldrich's arrival, the three of them were overjoyed, and De Rossi rubbed his hands and asked, Boss, where are we going to eat tonight?

Messi and Aguero also raised their heads and looked at Aldridge, with a hint of expectation in their eyes.

Aldrich suddenly felt a sense of guilt, seeing the hunger and thirst in the eyes of the three of them, as if they hadn't eaten all day in Millwall.

All I can say is that it tastes bad.

Nutrition and deliciousness are sometimes difficult to combine perfectly.

Millwall's dietitian tends to light food for the players, especially meat, with more fish, and chicken is not too oily. Others like chips, cakes. High-calorie and high-cholesterol foods such as pizza are contraindicated.

Fortunately for the first-team players, apart from training and playing games in the team, they can adjust their food and beverages when they go home according to their tastes.

But these young players living in the Millwall community or dormitory are more miserable. Three meals a day are arranged by the club, and they occasionally run home to let their families have a small meal.

Although Aldridge advocates that players pay attention to healthy nutrition in terms of diet. But after all, it is not a hard target, especially for these young players, you have to give them some sweetness, and you can't hold it in for too long, otherwise you may catch the opportunity and eat it to death, which will be very bad.

He occasionally takes these little players out for dinner, or cooks food at home, today. He planned to go out to dinner with the three of them, and then go to a movie together.

In a high-end restaurant, Aldrich had a steak in front of him and a glass of red wine in his hand. His eyes rolled around and he scanned the three people on the opposite side, left and right.

Messi, Aguero. De Rossi, like a reincarnation of a starving ghost, swept away the steak in front of him. Aldridge didn't eat half of his steak, and the three of them had already eaten two!

It's no wonder that they seldom come to this high-end restaurant to enjoy delicious food, let alone steak, and most importantly, someone treats them!

In fact, the amount of a steak is not much. Aldrich’s appetite is not too big, so his diet is relatively balanced. Besides steak, he will eat some vegetables, while the three boys only stare at the beef. The guests frequently cast dissatisfied eyes.

Aldridge didn't mind either, there was no need to pretend to be a gentleman here, as long as they ate happily, so he didn't remind them to pay attention to table manners.

The three of them chatted while eating, and ordered different flavors and different parts of the beef for each order, and shared their own with their companions in a harmonious manner.

Aguero finished the third set, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and asked Aldrich curiously: Boss, why do we seem to have a deep hatred with Chelsea? Today we are watching a football game in the dormitory, and the dormitory administrator has been watching the game. Curse Chelsea.

This kind of thing is very rare. On the home game day, they will win tickets to watch the game through their performance in individual training. In the away game, they will watch the live TV in the dormitory. The dormitory administrator is their watcher. Partner, when playing against ordinary opponents, even if Millwall can't win the game, the dormitory administrator's reaction is very normal. Occasionally, when young players show frustration, the dormitory administrator will comfort them in turn: I didn't win today, it doesn't matter, We'll do better next time.

But in the game against Chelsea, the dormitory administrator seemed to have changed.

Aldridge smiled: In the old days, there was a saying in London that real Tottenham fans live in Fulham, real West Ham fans live in Cambridge, real Chelsea fans live in Millwall, and others. Most of the people are Manchester United or Arsenal fans, and now, excluding the influence of the team's radiating community, most neutral fans in London are Millwall fans.

Aguero looked at Aldridge solemnly, but the fork held in his left hand sneaked into Messi's dinner plate, and Messi unceremoniously pulled his hand away, and at the same time moved the dinner plate to the other side Move, cover it with your arms.

Aldridge laughed dumbfounded when he saw his actions, and said, Are you looking for something to relieve the embarrassment? Are you still full?

Aguero smiled and said, I'm full, but I still want to eat. Today's beef is very tender and refreshing, tsk tsk.

It just so happened that De Rossi finished his third plate, so he had a thick skin and asked the waiter for another plate.

Aldrich said to De Rossi: Don't eat too much, the next plate, you and Kun will share half.

De Rossi glanced at Aguero and nodded in agreement helplessly.

At this time, Messi raised his hand and said, Let me share a little too.

De Rossi quit and said, Then bid another set, two sets, and three people will share.

Good guy, the three boys are in the same position now, Aldrich shook his head and sighed softly, and asked the waiter to place an order.

Aguero hiccupped after taking a sip of water, laughed twice, and then continued to ask: Then why don't Chelsea fans live around Stamford Bridge?

Land is expensive and the level of material consumption is high. They have to move to places with low consumption levels. Therefore, they have an intersection with our fans in life, which leads to conflicts.

Aguero nodded, and De Rossi and Messi also understood the reasons for the grievances between Chelsea and Millwall.

This kind of thing is commonplace, it happens in every city in every region of every country, it is nothing more than local clusters repelling outsiders.

When the dinner was over, the waiter looked at the three boys as if they were monsters, but he was elated when he checked out. Aldrich not only spent a lot of money, but also gave a good tip, which made the waiter smile. ()

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