The Young Lion

Xiu'an United ranked in the middle of League One last season. The team has no stars. It can be said that they can stay in League One mainly because of the tacit understanding of their blue-collar fighters on the field all the year round. In the league, the games that should be lost are almost lost, and the games that should be won are also won. The average goals scored and conceded per game are around 1.5.

Their head coach, Peter Dawson, served as a coach after the team retired.

You can't see any outstanding features from this team, it can be regarded as the role of accompanying the prince to study and dawdle.

As the opponent of the opening match, Peter still has some investigation and understanding of Millwall. From Millwall's big investment in sterling in the summer, to the introduction of Aldridge in yesterday's tabloids, the sentence that impressed Peter the most: Millwall Wall's young boss only wants the team to stay in League One after investing heavily in the summer.

Peter felt that Aldridge, a young man, was quite self-aware and knew that he should gain a foothold in League One first, but in his bones, he despised this kind of coach who was not from an orthodox English football background.

Although Aldridge has a coaching qualification certificate, he was not trained in English football in the strict sense. In addition, he has never played football before. In the eyes of other coaches, he is a typical layman.

Peter and his assistant casually chatted about the team's signing goals. There is still more than half a month before the transfer window closes. Xiulian is trying to borrow some players who cannot be played by big teams. Xiulian is not a big ball. Yes, the team is full of long-term players with mediocre strength, just like living in a poor family: new for three years, old for three years, and mending for three years.

The annual transfer period is the time for such small teams to seam and patch.

Seeing that the assistant closed his mouth and did not speak, Peter looked behind him with a strange expression. Peter, who was tall and in line with the image of a typical middle-aged man in the UK, frowned and turned around, and saw Austrian who was dressed like a stockbroker. dridge.

With a gentle smile on his face, Aldrich stretched out his right hand and said softly: Hello...

Before he finished greeting, he was interrupted by Peter.

Who the hell are you? What are you going to do?

Of course Peter knew that the person in front of him was the head coach of Millwall, but he just wanted to give this kind of young guy who had no football color a shot at him.

Aldridge was a little dazed, but he didn't expect the other party to be so bad-tempered, so he burst into foul language when he came up.

Reminiscent of the conversation between Peter and his assistant just now, Aldridge thought he was misunderstood as someone who came to eavesdrop, so he kept smiling and said, My name is Aldrich, and I am Millwall...

When saying this, Aldrich's outstretched right hand was still in front of Peter, but he was mercilessly interrupted again.

Peter frowned and pointed at the home team's bench and said old-fashionedly: I know who you are, now go back to your coach's bench and stay there, don't bother me, do you know football? Having a party? Walking over in a sissy way? Idiots!

Aldrich's expression froze. At this moment, out of the corner of his eye, he could see the players and coaches of the Western Union sitting on the chairs of the visiting team and showing a playful look.

The stands of the Lion's Den Stadium also fell silent. The fans watched curiously as Aldridge walked up to the coach's bench of the visiting team and stretched out his hand to the opponent's head coach. Then he kept his right hand stretched out in front of him. The opponent's head coach had no intention of shaking hands at all. And what to say to Aldrich.

What's wrong?

Aldridge came back to his senses in less than two seconds,

Instead of retracting his right hand, he raised his right hand and pointed at Peter's nose, and yelled back in a disdainful tone.

Who the hell do you think you are? I come here to say hello to you because I think highly of you. If it wasn't for the first game of the league, I wouldn't care what steaming shit you are from a latrine! Shit !You're shit! And your team is shit! He-fucking shit!

Aldridge knew that he couldn't turn around and return to the home team's coaching bench in despair, otherwise, he would be finished, not only would it make the opponent's arrogance high, but even Millwall fans would despise him as the head coach.

Peter apparently didn't expect that the young boy in front of him would dare to point his nose and scold his mother. After a moment of surprise, he looked like a furious beast about to rush towards Aldrich, but luckily he was hugged tightly by the quick-sighted assistant behind him.

Seeing that Peter was going to fight, Aldrich also made a gesture to grab his sleeves to fight, he felt a little helpless in his heart: I'll come over to say hello, why don't we just chat a few words and it's over? Why are you humiliating me?

Regardless of whether Peter is out of hatred for the rich, jealous of Aldridge's handsome appearance, or putting on airs as an old-fashioned coach, in short, an inexplicable conflict is going on.

Just now Aldridge scolded the coach of CAU for adding the team to the team. His voice was loud, and the Lion's Den stadium was so small that the fans in the stands behind the coach's bench could hear it clearly.

At this time, seeing Aldridge roll up his sleeves to throw random punches, and did not take a step back, the aggressive appearance made the Millwall fans very excited.

Shit! You're shit!

The fans behind the coach's bench waved their arms and cursed at Xiu Allianz, which made Aldridge's reputation grow.

Aldridge didn't want to make a move at all, but now he was in a difficult situation. Fortunately, Jansen rushed over from the coach's bench with a few coaches and hugged Aldridge, widening the distance between him and Peter.

The coaches of the two teams didn't look like gentlemen. Peter and Aldridge were hugged by their respective people, and the two were screaming at each other.

Boy, come over here, I'll beat you to death!

Idiot! You piece of shit, you've got my hands dirty!

Peter was furious, and said without hesitation: Call us shit, if you lose the game, it will prove that you are worse than shit!

Aldrich was stunned!

Even the fans in the stands stopped shouting and scolding. They looked at each other, and everyone was thinking about the connotation of the words of the Xiu'anlian coach.

Suddenly, Aldridge stopped trying to break free from Jenson's tugging, laughed and started straightening his suit, and said in a loud voice: Is there really someone who admits that they are shit? Hahahaha, it seems that it's not just stinky shit, but also no shit. Brain shit!

Hahahahahaha...

The fans in the stands were rocking with laughter, Peter was shaking all over, his old face flushed red, as if he was going to explode at any moment.

Aldridge saw the referees from the referee team trotting towards this side, he quickly adjusted his suit, waved to the fans in the stands and set off a burst of cheers, then walked towards the home team's coaching bench with his head held high.

Behind him Peter was still yelling, the referee came up to ask what had happened and warned Peter - Dawson, and Aldridge had gone to stand on the turf in front of the home coach's bench.

That was your intention just now? To provoke the opposing coach?

Jenson and the other coaches were at a loss. It was the first time they saw two head coaches meet for the first time and almost lead to a conflict before the game even started.

Aldridge said calmly, I just went in the wrong direction. The guy over there didn't give me a lesson, so I can only fight him. But if it's right, I think this match will be very interesting.

Jansen returned to the coaching bench with a wry smile and sat down, whispering to the other coaches. The members of the coaching staff stared at Aldridge's back with surprised eyes.

At this time, the referee trotted to Aldridge and warned Aldridge not to provoke the opponent again. Aldridge nodded nonchalantly, then glanced in the direction of the visiting team's bench and found that Peter Dawson was still glaring at him. .

Aldrich's lips moved slightly, as if talking to himself.

Although Peter couldn't hear what Aldrich said, the other party's contempt was written all over his face, and the few movements of his lips were easy to interpret.

He-fucking shit!

Peter was so angry that he couldn't rush over to punch Aldrich twice.

After the players of the two teams came out of the player channel in an orderly manner, the head coaches of the home and away teams stood on the sidelines. Aldridge opened his suit jacket and put his hands in his pockets with a expressionless face. Allianz's captain called to him, and he didn't know what he had to say. In short, his fierce expression seemed to want to eat people.

The referee blows his whistle and the game begins.

Aldridge saw the players from the first minute of the game, as if they had been on steroids, rushed forward bravely, and suddenly showed a slight smirk.

He actually thanked Peter in his heart. With the previous farce, his nervous heart completely calmed down. Now, he has the confidence to win the first game!