six finger demon

Chapter 84 The Beginning of Fall

On December 12, the Blues fans watched an extremely boring game at home.

When the 0-0 score was fixed at the end, not only Ranieri, but even the faces of the fans were full of disappointment.

"Get out of class, get out of class, get out of class!" The fans who didn't get Christmas gifts and New Year's gifts pointed their finger at Ranieri. They had one loss and one draw in the two games. Such results really cannot be explained to the fans who are eager to win.

In this game, La Nieli abandoned the underperforming old captain Desailly and put the captain's armband on Terry's shoulders.

Both Crespo and Veron were injured because of the Argentine national team, Duff's shoulder is also not good, and Hasselbaink has recently stalled.

Except for Gudjohnsen's occasional hustle on the front line, there is only Mutu left.

However, the Romanian striker has not opened for eleven consecutive rounds.

Today's game, Chelsea sits at home, and the opponent is Portsmouth, which has been wandering around the relegation zone.Although they played against the opponent for 10 minutes, the passive defense of the opponent made the Blues return without success every time they attacked.

In this way, the Blues fans sent more curses to Mutu, the man who hadn't opened for [-] consecutive games.

"Parallel imports! Parallel imports!" In the early morning of the next day, many fans gathered at Stamford Bridge, holding up signs and cursing loudly.

It can be seen that the endurance of the fans has reached the extreme. The "sturdy" record of the Blues at the beginning of this season has indeed boosted morale and raised the appetite of the fans.

Fans are more anxious than players when it comes to seeing their team's attention slip.

"Fuck off, you idiots, what do you know? Have you forgotten what I did for the team at the beginning of the season?" Mutu cursed loudly back with a sullen face and two huge dark circles under his eyes.

"Fuck off parallel imports! You die on the belly of a whore!" The fans cursed back without showing any weakness.

During these days, gossip about Mutu was flying all over the sky.

The most famous one is the revelation made by his ex-girlfriend Anka Nicole on a talk show a few days ago.

"We met a long time ago, when I got off the bus, a big sunny boy came up to me and accosted me. I found out later that he was an unknown lad from the local team and we fell in love very quickly. I fell in love."

"But then he went to Dynamo Gallest and everything changed."

"He began to be attracted by the colorful nightlife, and his fashionable teammates often took him to play, go to bars, and come home very late."

"Maybe this is a man's way of life! At first I could only persuade myself like this."

"But he got worse and worse, and often stayed out at night."

"He asked me to quit my modeling job, which I was proud of, and he said he would support me."

"Oh! God, I must have been crazy!" sighed Anka.

After Anka recalled this experience with a beautiful face, the happiness on her face was gradually replaced by anger and regret.

"Later when I really needed money, he actually sent me to my parents!"

"Then the next morning he told me that he was going to Italy, to Inter Milan, and he was going to break up with me!"

"God, you know what? I was shocked when I heard that!"

"But so what? I'm just a woman, a woman abandoned by him, I can only accept this fact!"

"Later I heard that he married Alexander. I think there is finally a woman in this world who suffers more than me!"

When this piece of news first came out, together with other lace news about Mutu, it was regarded by fans as the "romantic past" of the star.

Now, that all changes when the Romanian extends his goal drought to 12 games!

The fans who originally admired him and worshiped him suddenly changed their faces, and became the most fierce group of crusades!
When Mutu needed comfort and help the most, these fans seemed to become urging ghosts, gathering all the resentment on one person.

Fans are so realistic, they look up to the strong and scold the weak.

Seeing Mutu with a dejected face, Tang Wu just wanted to step forward to ask a few questions, when Lampard suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled Tang Wu away from the side.

"Don, I don't know what relationship you have with that guy, and I don't want to know why you are so close. But you have to be clear" Lampard said, pointing to Mutu who sucked his nose with his thumb, "That guy Just had a drug last night, so you'd better not bother him right now."

"Drugs? This is not a good habit!"

Tang Wu knew that Mutu had this habit, but he had never seen him in this state today.

"Who says no!" Lampard frowned, "So you'd better stay away from him."

After the players fully warmed up, the team training game started again.

The main force is still on the bench, and Tang Wu is assigned to the side of the bench as the goalkeeper.

But after playing for a while, the atmosphere in the field became strange.

Although the main team holds the ball, every attack ends without a problem.

Lampard has repeatedly contributed wonderful passes, and his teammates on the wing have fully moved, but the score is still not opened, and the offensive rhythm in the frontcourt is also extremely chaotic.

La Nieli pinched his chin and frowned, considering whether to stop the game.

At this moment, Mutu received the ball from Melchiot on the wing, forcibly accelerated, and used his elbow to press Galla behind him.

Facing the two defenders flying in front of him, Mutu didn't even think about it, he just flew up and kicked the ball into the sky.

Tang Wu stretched out his hand symbolically, and turned his head to his teammates picking up the ball on the sidelines.

Mutu did this not once or twice, Tang Wu has been "opening his feet" for more than ten minutes.

beep!
"Adrian, come here for a moment." Ranieri finally stopped this "farce" similar to "children's anger", and called Mutu from the field to one side.

"Adrian, I don't care what you think recently, and I don't care what you have encountered recently. I only know that if you continue like this, I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to appear in the starting list again." Ranieri warned .

"Old, old man." Mutu sniffed, "You have to believe me, I will definitely enter the next game, the next game!"

"You said that in the last game and the last game." Ranieri reminded Mutu.

"No, I'm telling the truth this time!"

Mutu's eyes were blurred, and he didn't even look at the Italian coach in front of him.

His eyes wandered around for a while, and when he noticed that La Nieli hadn't made a sound, he slowly focused his gaze on La Nieli.

"What I said is true." Mutu reassured.

But as soon as he finished speaking, he yawned, looking unreliable at all.

La Nieli frowned, looked at Mutu's appearance, thought for a while and said, "From now on, if you can spend the night in the dormitory every night, I might consider giving you another chance."

"Really?" Mutu's hazy eyes lit up immediately, and he opened his mouth immediately, "Old man, is it a deal?"

Ranieri waved his hand and drove Mutu back to the court.

"Coach, isn't it good to do this? What did he look like just now?" Richards, who had been silent on the side, saw that Mutu had gone away, and leaned over and whispered.

"Gambler? Addict?" La Nieli snorted, "Of course I know what you said."

"Then coach you."

"Even if he is a gambler, how about a drug addict? As long as he can score goals!" Ranieri said fiercely.

"Coach, I still don't understand why."

Ranieri gave Richards a blank look, and sighed, "Give him another chance, if he does this again after Crespo recovers from his injury, Chelsea will have nothing to do with him!"

　Thanks to the early sleep champion, sister Li Zijian for coming to play, a big reward
　　
　
(End of this chapter)