Millwall's results have not been good lately, as they slipped into the relegation zone and the next three rounds of fixtures were key to their relegation.

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

They don't want to downgrade!

At the very least, they have to stay in the Championship!

Looking at those fierce fans, Dunledo's eyelids were fighting, but he knew how fierce this group was.

"Ni.... Neil, let's pretend we didn't see it. ”

This guy can't even speak.

Neil. Harlid shook his head helplessly, he is the manager, at this time, he needs to step up.

At the entrance of Millwall Club, Neil. Khaled's presence silences the noisy scene.

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

Ralde looked at Neil. Harlid sneered and said, "You can't play football, you can't coach, Millwall will be ruined in your hands." ”

Neil. Khalid looked grim, but he tried his best to control his emotions and said: "Lalde, the club is now at a critical juncture, we need your support, not trouble!" ”

"Trouble?!! You call this a troublemaker?!! Ralde's voice was like a gong, glaring at the bull's eye, and he said angrily: "Look what you guys are playing? We don't buy tickets to see you lose, we want to win, we want to surpass! ”

"Give us some time, I promise!"

Rald squinted at Neil. Khalid finally snorted coldly and said: "For the sake of you playing for Millwall for most of your life, I won't embarrass you this time, but remember for me, we need to win!" Victory! Victory! ”

After saying viciously, Rald waved his hand and said, "Let's go!" ”

Oh oh oh oh !!

Proud lion, strutting, we have nothing to fear!

Looking at the departing procession, Neil. Harid's face became more and more ugly, and he couldn't help but look up at the sky, a gray patch, like Millwall's dismal league record.

In the 2014/2015 season, Millwall suffered a Championship Waterloo and were about to be kicked out of the Championship.

The most desperate thing for the fans is that they don't see any hope, the team seems to be exhausted by injuries and fatigue, and they can't lift the slightest fighting spirit.

Ugly game!

Here's what fans have to say about Millwall's recent performances.

It was a nightmare for Millwall, who fell into the relegation zone with one win, three draws and eight defeats.

This result was a disastrous blow for the Millwall people.

The whole of Millwall seemed to be shrouded in a haze that could not be abandoned.

How they wish there was a ray of sunshine coming in, and they needed a hero to step up and save a team that kept falling into the abyss.

"That fan, he didn't like Millwall?"

Suddenly, Yile appeared next to Neil at some point and asked.

Neil. Harlid was slightly stunned, pursed his lips, and shook his head vigorously: "No! He loves this team, he loves her more than anyone else! ”

Yi Le couldn't understand, he looked at the strong man with the 'lion' tattooed on his back, his eyes were full of doubt.

......

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

In the afternoon, Yile was replaced by Neil. Khalid called to the office.

Neil. Khaled's expression was a little grim, and he said: "You don't have much time to adapt, you have to integrate into the team as soon as possible, help the team win, in the next game, you will be Abdu's replacement, when Abdo is out of energy, you need to replace him, help Millwall sort out the midfield, is there a problem?" ”

Yi Le hurriedly shouted, "No problem." ”

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

In the training ground, Yi Le quickly met with his teammates, not enthusiastic, not cold, after all, there is no friendship, and before showing strength, it is difficult for Yi Le to integrate into it.

But in the warm-up session, Yile's gorgeous style of play attracted everyone's attention.

When they learned that Yile was from La Masia, a hint of surprise flashed in their eyes, but that was all.

After the warm-up, enter the group confrontation stage, the confrontation between the substitute and the main force.

Interestingly, as Millwall's leading goalscorer, Grigori was on the bench.

When Grigori was young, he was in great form and could be called a goal-scorer, but as he got older, he had to change his way of playing, from a breakthrough striker to a cake striker, but fortunately, his excellent ability to grab points made him qualified for this position, and even in the twilight of his career, he scored 21 times in a single season, which can be called the rejuvenation of a veteran.

But with his move to Millwall, the chaotic midfield was unable to provide him with enough shells, and the veteran fell silent again, now unable to even play and was left on the bench.

The rivalry soon began.

Yi Le appeared in the position of the back midfield, which is a position he is familiar with, along with the backward movement of the midfield, from the front to the back waist, the back waist has become the engine of the attack, and even some multi-functional back waist, can defend and attack, can be called the industry model worker.

Yile has a thin stature, and Neil. Rather than give him the defensive burden, he gave him only one task, to groom the midfield and strengthen the attacking end.

The ideal is plump, but the reality is skinny.

Looking at Yile on the field, Neil. Khalid frowned.

What is this guy doing?

Is he going for a walk?

Fifteen minutes into the confrontation training, Yi Le has only touched the ball three times, and all of them are one-touch balls, without any eye-catching performances.

And his teammates didn't seem to trust him very much, and didn't give him the ball to play the role of commander.

It's embarrassing.

Yi Le wandered aimlessly in midfield, but his teammates ignored him as invisible.

What can a midfielder do if he doesn't pass the ball to him?

Yi Le gave the answer, he was walking!

"It's like... No! Dunledo said with an embarrassed expression.

He didn't want to dismiss Neil's face, but Yile's performance was really bad.

Neil. Khalid also frowned, he would not force his players to do what they did not want, unlike those iron fists, he was used to listening to the voices and feelings of the players.

At this time, if you change to Sir Alex Ferguson, it is estimated that the tuba hair dryer will start to run wildly.

......

Yi Le played awkwardly, partly because his team-mates did not pass the ball to him, and on the other hand, Millwall's way of playing made him uncomfortable.

Football doesn't stay long in midfield, they seem to trust the wings on both sides more, hoping to disrupt the opponent's defense by breaking through at high speed, but it backfires, in the confrontation with the main team, the wings are completely blocked, let alone break through, they can't even do the least dribbling.

Of course, the most depressed is not Yile, but Millwall's leading scorer - Grigory.

This thing was in the opponent's penalty area, standing with his waist crossed, looking at the chaotic midfielder behind him and the backline that was completely collapsed by the opponent's left flank and shook his head.

Grigory is a cake striker, if he doesn't give him a cake, how can he score?

That's the way he was when he arrived at Millwall, with a poor midfield that couldn't activate his ability to grab points.

Without a platform for transporting shells, he is a stuffy bullet!

The first half ended quickly, Yi Le's whole person was awkward, and Gregory was obviously used to it, wiped his smooth forehead, took a few symbolic breaths, and prepared to leave the game.

As soon as Grigory took a step, a person suddenly appeared in front of him, startling him, and when he saw the person clearly, he couldn't help but ask in surprise, "Is there something wrong?" ”

"Want to score?" (Spanish).

Grigory: ???

Yi Lelen froze for a moment, then scratched his ears and cheeks urgently, suddenly turned his head and ran wildly, and rushed towards the direction of the coach's seat.

After a few seconds, he pulled a panting Dunledo back over.

Yi Le pointed at himself, then at Grigori, and said, "Translate." ”

Dunledo gasped a little anxiously, and his eyes were white, so he nodded.

Yi Le repeated: "Do you want to score? ”

Dunledo froze for a moment.

"Translator!"

Yi Le shouted dissatisfied.

Dunledo hurriedly translated.

This time it was Grigory's turn to froze.

Want to score goals?

Of course the fuck does!

But the question is how?

I saw that Yi Le's expression was aggrieved, and he pointed to his substitute teammate not far away; "Then you take care of them and let them pass me the ball."

After Dunledo finished translating, he looked at Yi Le in surprise, this little guy is not stupid!

I know how to find a backer.

Grigory looked suspicious and said, "You can let me score?"

It's not that he despises Yile, it's mainly that this sentence really doesn't have much credibility.

"I'm from La Masia and Messi compliments me on my passing!"

Yi Le said succinctly.

In Yi Le's understanding, he did play with Messi, it was a shooting exercise, and one of his anti-aircraft guns was easily unloaded by Messi outside the training ground, and then gave him a thumbs up in encouragement.

Of course, this is a compliment to him in Yile's senses!

“.........”

Grigory felt a little absurd, he did have the right to speak, and if he let go, his teammates would still be willing to give him face.

But.... Is this little guy really trustworthy?

At this time, Yi Le tried to maintain a serious expression, made the word 'Messi' with his mouth, and then patted his chest confidently.

Gregory looked at the other man speechlessly, struggling for a long time, but it was undeniable that he was still hungry for goals.

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