Bang bang bang!!

In the empty training field, Yi Le was juggling the ball, his eyes fixed on the black and white ball, but his mind was a mess.

At the fence, Pere watched this scene quietly, he had been observing for half an hour.

Finally, he sighed helplessly and walked towards Yile.

Pere quietly came to Yi Le and sat down, and Yi Le didn't seem to greet him.

Both were silent.

Perret slung his blazer over his shoulders and pushed his glasses.

Yi Le lowered his head slightly.

"Contradictory?"

After a while, Perret was the first to break the silence.

Yi Le didn't speak, but the movements under his feet also paused slightly, and the rhythm of the juggling ball changed.

For these subtle changes, Pere saw it in his eyes and couldn't help but say; "This is professional football, it's the world of adults, you don't change anything because you think, you need to know how to adapt to the new environment until you're strong enough."

After saying that, Peret paused and said, "I thought you understood this when you left La Masia. ”

Yi Le was still a little sullen, bang, kicked the football into the air, then adjusted his position, leaned his neck slightly, put his forehead at the landing point, and accompanied the football to the ground, only to see his knees rise and fall like springs.

The menacing football was quietly attached to Yile's head and was stopped steadily.

The soccer ball obscured Yi Le's expression, and only a low voice was heard.

"I'm going to be sold, right?"

Looking at Yi Le's stopping action, Pere secretly praised 'beautiful'.

Then, he slowly got up, patted his buttocks, and said, "To be precise, Tottenham chose you." ”

"But I'm still going to leave Millwall."

Pere was slightly silent, suddenly sighed, and said, "Don't you want to go back to Camp Nou?" ”

The football rolled off Yi Le's head, and he nodded slightly.

"It all started with leaving Millwall, remember what I said when we first met? You have to get out of Millwall. ”

'I know it's going to be sad for you to leave in this way, but it's an indisputable fact, Tottenham have made an offer and Millwall have accepted it, and all it takes is a nod from your side and we can join White Hart Lane.'

Yi Le asked blankly, "You nodded?" Didn't you say that Tottenham wasn't a good choice? ”

"It wasn't before." Perret said in a sonorous voice: "But now is the best choice, do you know what kind of promises they made in order to get you?" ”

Pere smiled and said, "I promise that next season, you will be absolutely valued in White Hart Lane." ”

......

The Millwall club's approach has left fans angry, but there is nothing they can do about it.

The departure of Yile, Gregory and Gaine is a big loss, but on the other hand, they bring huge economic benefits to the club, allowing them to have the capital to deal with the future.

Fans have imagined a lot, they have left Millwall's trident behind, and at the same time brought in a central midfield to dominate the Premier League.

But the ideal is very full, but the reality is very backbone.

It's just an unrealistic dream.

Probably, this is the sadness of the small team!

Isle of Dogs is beautiful at night, with canary harbor glittering neon, and the occasional young couple snuggled together.

Yi Le wore a hoodie and jogged on the sidewalk.

During this time, his head is very messy, and exercise can keep him from thinking cranky.

Leaving La Masia, a year has passed before you know it.

The unfamiliar environment of Dog Island gradually began to become familiar, but at this moment, Yile felt lonely that he had never felt before.

He was sold again.

Despite Perre's repeated reiterations of the need to leave Millwall, over the course of a year, Yile had fallen in love with the club and the somewhat brutal but loyal fans.

He really didn't want to leave Millwall unless he had to, but he didn't expect his wishful thinking to be just a ruthless notice from the club.

He will land on the transfer market in the summer and be sold like a commodity.

Prince? Darling?

How ridiculous it sounds.

Perret is right, in the modern football world where captains can sell, as long as there is enough profit, there is no non-sale.

It was cold, and Yi Le stopped slightly and exhaled.

Ha Qi rose in the air, and through the smoke you could see the somewhat confused and immature face.

After walking for a long time in a daze, when Yi Le looked up, he saw 'Mandez Bar'.

There was a hint of hesitation on Yi Le's face, and finally gritted his teeth and walked in.

Today's Mandez Bar is quiet, everyone is drinking silently, different from the hustle and bustle of the past.

After Yi Le walked in, he attracted almost everyone's attention, but they did not receive him as warmly as before, but they did not make any radical movements, just looked at Yi Le quietly.

The gaze of many eyes made Yile subconsciously lower his head.

Syllable!!!!

Suddenly, Yi Le felt a hard slap on the back.

The whole back hurt hotly, and he grinned in pain.

And with the slapping, there was a slight scolding sound.

"Raise your head! You didn't do anything wrong! ”

Ralde's bear-like figure appeared behind Yi Le at some point, and he glared angrily at the indifferent gazes around him.

Finally, he led Yi Le to the bar and sat down.

"Old Will, give me two glasses of whiskey!"

Old Will was Millwall's oldest fan, with gray hair and a slight tremor when he laughed.

He handed two glasses of wine to Ralde, then looked at Yi Le and said with a smile: "Child, you didn't do anything wrong, don't blame yourself." ”

Yi Le smiled far-fetched, and before he could speak, he was interrupted by a rough voice.

"What's the matter, you have to drink at this time."

With that, he pushed the glass to Yile and drank it himself.

Yi Le looked at the high-strength wine in front of him, couldn't help frowning, and said, "Give me a glass of orange water." ”

Raldeden stopped doing it.

"Nope! You need to drink now. ”

Yi Le shook his head and said, "I don't drink." ”

"You have to drink, men have to learn to drink."

"I don't!"

"Bastard boy, give me a drink!"

"No!"

"To drink or not to drink?"

"Don't drink it!"

The two of them stared at each other, and they actually got up.

Ralde grabbed Yi Le's head with both hands, as if he wanted to break his mouth, but Yi Le pursed his mouth and tried to turn his head, but under Ralde's huge strength, he was broken little by little.

This comical scene caused soft laughter in the otherwise silent bar.

The other fans watched this scene with amusement, Lard is known as Millwall's captain of discipline, and the players will avoid him when they drink or go out to play, but who would have thought that there would be a day when Ralder forced the players to drink.

"You're a stubborn cow!"

Ralde let go of Yile stupidly, but in his heart he was more and more satisfied with Yile's professionalism.

The two stopped fighting, and the bar was quiet again.

Yile looked down at the orange water, and Ralde silently stroked the glass.

After a while, Yi Le whispered, "I was sold." ”

Ralde nodded slightly, but there was no outburst.

Yi Le was a little surprised, to be honest, many fans will feel betrayed, let alone extreme fans like Ralde.

Yi Le thought that Lold would directly beat himself down.

Looking at Yi Le's surprised expression, Rald couldn't help but smile contemptuously and said; "Boy, do you think Millwall won't be able to play without you? Hehe, you kid sold it for a good price, and when the winter window opens, the club will have a large amount of reinforcement funds, don't think that you are amazing, Messi and you, we will definitely choose Messi! ”

Yi Le Deng said depressedly: "Messi will not leave Camp Nou. ”

"Then we choose Ronaldo, we choose Costa, we choose Neymar, you are still far behind."

Yi Le's mouth was deflated, his face was full of anger, and he became more and more depressed.

Old Will wiped the cup with a smile, suddenly winked at Yi Le, and said, "Don't look at Rald to say that, but I'm sure we can't afford these people." And even so, we're going to choose you, don't look at Ralde's hard mouth, but he's your most loyal fan, and he was furious yesterday because you were sold. ”

Yi Le grinned and turned his head to look at Lard, who blushed and scolded: "Old Will, you don't want to open this store, do you?" ”

Old Will smiled, stretched out his hand and said, "You talk, you talk." ”

Rald glanced at Old Will depressedly, then turned his head to look at Yi Le, and suddenly said, "Before leaving, don't forget your promise." ”

Yi Lelen paused, his promise?

That's right, he made a promise.

Upgrade! Overtake!

Yi Le said solemnly: "I promise!" ”

"Then let's go back to sleep, in two days, we still have a game."