Chapter 4 Want to Score?

Recently, Millwall's results were not satisfactory. They slipped to the relegation zone and the next three rounds became the key to their relegation.

At this juncture, Millwall's football hooligans acted and began to put pressure on the club. They could not accept such a dismal result.

They don't downgrade!

At the very least, they still have to stay in the Champions League!

Looking at the fierce fans, Dumbledore fought straight, but he knew how fierce they were.

"Neh ... Neil, let's not see it."

This guy couldn't help talking.

Neil Harid shook his head helplessly. He is the head coach. At this time, he needs to stand up.

The appearance of Neil Harid at the Millwall club quieted the noisy scene.

A lot of football hooligans looked at this old captain who once led them, and now the head coach.

Lalder looked at Neil Harid with a sneer and said, "You can't play football, you can't coach, Millwall will be ruined in your hands."

Neil Harid looked very hot, but he tried his best to control his emotions and said, "Rald, the club is now at a critical moment. We need your support, not trouble!"

"Noisy ?! You call this noisy ?!" Rald's voice sounded like a gong, glaring at the bull's eye, and angered: "Look what you guys are playing? We buy tickets It's not because you lose, we want to win, we want to overtake! "

"Give us some time, I promise!"

Lalder squinted at Neil Harid, and finally snorted, saying, "It's not difficult to embarrass you this time for the majority of your life with Millwall, but remember to me that we need Victory! Victory! Victory! "

After speaking fiercely, Lard waved with a big hand: "Let's go!"

Oh oh oh oh! !! !!

Proud lion, striding forward, we have no fear!

Looking at the mighty leaving team, Neil Harid's face became more and more ugly. He could not help looking up at the sky, gray and gray, just like Millwall's dismal league record.

In the 2014/2015 season, Millwall encountered the British Championship Waterloo and they are about to be kicked out of the English Championship.

What makes fans feel most desperate is that they don't see any glimmer of hope. The team seems to be exhausted by injuries and fatigue. They can't raise the slightest fighting spirit.

Ugly game!

This is a summary of the recent performance of fans by Millwall.

This season was a nightmare for the Millwalls, who fell to the relegation zone with one win, three draws and eight losses.

This achievement was a disastrous blow for the Millwall.

The whole Millwall seemed to be shrouded in haze and could not be abandoned.

How much they wish there was a glimmer of sunlight coming in, they needed a hero to stand up and save this team that is constantly falling into the abyss.

"That fan just now, doesn't he like Millwall?"

Suddenly, Yi Le asked when he appeared beside Neal.

Neil Harid froze slightly, pouting, shaking his head hard: "No! He loves this team, he loves her more than anyone else!"

Yi Le couldn't understand. He looked at the strong man with a "lion" on his back, his eyes full of doubt.

...

Yi Le was quickly settled, and his accommodation problem was arranged in the club's dormitory.

In the afternoon, Yi Le was called to the office by Neil Harid.

Neil Harid's look was a bit grim, saying: "You don't have much time to adapt. You need to integrate into the team as soon as possible to help the team win. In the next game, you will become a substitute for Abdu, when When Abdull is out of strength, you need to replace him and help Millwall sort out the midfield. Is there a problem? "

Yi Le shouted quickly: "No problem."

"Well, now follow me to the training ground, you need to understand the team's tactics as soon as possible."

In the training field, Yi Le soon met with his teammates. There was no enthusiasm or indifference. After all, there was no friendship, and before showing his strength, it was difficult for Yi Le to integrate into it.

But in the warm-up session, Yi Le's gorgeous style of football attracted everyone's attention.

When they learned that Yi Le came from La Masia, a little flash of surprise flashed in their eyes, but only that.

After warming up, enter the group confrontation stage, the confrontation between the bench and the main force.

Interestingly, Grigory, Millwall's leading shooter, appeared on the bench.

When Grigory was young, he was in a state of bravery, and he could be called a goal, but as he grew older, he had to change the way he played, from a breakthrough forward to a pie, but fortunately he has a good ability to steal Make him qualified for this position, even in the twilight of his professional career, the feat of 21 goals in a single season, can be called the veteran rejuvenation.

But as he moved to Millwall, the chaotic midfield could not provide him with enough artillery shells, the veteran fell silent again, and now can not even play the game, can only sit on the bench.

The matchup soon began.

Yi Le appeared on the seat of the lower back. This is his familiar position. With the backward movement of the midfield of the organization, he improved from the front to the back. The back becomes the engine of the offense, and even some multi-functional backs appear. Defensive ability can be called a model worker in the industry.

Yi Le's thin body, Neil Harid did not give him the defensive burden, he has only one task assigned to Yi Le, combing the midfield and strengthening the ability of the offensive end.

The ideal is full, but the reality is skinny.

Looking at Yi Le on the court, Neil Harid frowned.

What is this guy doing?

Is he walking?

The confrontation training has been going on for fifteen minutes. Yi Le only touched the ball three times, and all of them touched the ball without any bright performance.

And his teammates didn't seem to trust him so much and didn't pass him the ball and let him play the role of commander.

This is very embarrassing.

Yi Le wandered aimlessly in the midfield, but his teammates ignored him as if he were invisible.

An organization midfielder can't pass him, what can he do?

Yi Le gave the answer, he was walking!

"It seems ... no!" Dumbledore said awkwardly.

He didn't want to refute Neil's face, but Yi Le's performance was really bad.

Neil Harid frowns similarly. He doesn't force players to do unwilling things. Unlike the iron-handed coaches, he is used to listening to the voices and feelings of players.

At this time, if it was replaced by Sir Ferguson, it is estimated that the large hair dryer will start to run frantically.

...

Yi Le played very awkwardly. On the one hand, his teammates did not pass him the ball. On the other hand, Millwall's way of playing made him feel uncomfortable.

Football does not stay in the midfield for a long time. They seem to trust the wings on both sides and hope to disrupt the opponent's defense through a high-speed breakthrough. They can't even do at least the dribbling.

Of course, the most depressing is not Yi Le, but Millwall's leading shooter-Grigory.

The goods were standing in the opponent's restricted area, standing with their waists, looking at the midfield chaotically behind them, and shaking their heads as the rear defense line completely collapsed.

Grigory is a pie, and he won't deliver the pie, will he score a goal?

This is the status quo after he came to Millwall, and the poor midfielder could not activate his ability to grab points.

There is no stand for transporting artillery shells, he is a smoldering shell!

The first half was over soon, Yi Le was awkward, and Grigory was obviously used to it. He wiped his forehead, and took a few breaths, and was ready to end.

Grigory had just taken a step, and a man suddenly appeared in front of him, scaring him. When he saw the incoming person, he couldn't help wondering: "Is there something wrong?"

"Want to score?" (Spanish).

Grigory :? ? ?

Yi Le froze for a moment, then quickly scratched his ears and scratched his head, suddenly turned his head and rushed towards the coach seat.

After a few seconds, he pulled the gasping Dunlido back over.

Yi Le pointed to himself and Grigory, and said, "Translate."

Deng Liduo was a little anxious, his eyes turned white, and then he nodded.

Yi Le repeated: "Want to score?"

Dunlead stayed a bit.

"Translation!"

Exclaimed Yi Le.

Dumbledore hurriedly translated.

It was Grigori's turn this time.

Want to score?

Of course fucking think!

But how do you get in?

I saw Yi Le's expression with a trace of grievance, pointing to the substitute teammates not far away; "Then you control them, let them pass me the ball."

After Deng Lido's translation, he looked at Yi Le with a surprised look. This little guy is not stupid!

I know I'm looking for a backer.

Grigory asked suspiciously, "Can you let me score?

It's not that he despise Yi Le, mainly because this sentence really has little credibility.

"I'm from Lamasia and Messi has praised my passing!"

Yi Le said succinctly.

In Yi Le's understanding, he did play with Messi. It was a shooting practice. One of his anti-aircraft guns was easily unloaded by Messi outside the training field. Then he encouraged him with a thumbs up.

Of course, this is a praise of Yi Le in his senses!

"........."

Grigory felt a bit absurd. He did have the right to speak. If he let go, his teammates would still give him face.

But ... is this little guy really trustworthy?

At this time, Yi Le worked hard to maintain a serious expression, made the word 'Messi' in his mouth shape, and then patted his chest with confidence.

Grigory looked at the opponent silently, tangled for a long time, but it is undeniable that he is still eager to score a goal.

"You only have three chances to organize an attack!"

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