Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Unuttered Slogan
In the boiling stands, a man with the brim of his hat compacted also watched the changes on the field.
With every time Yi Le touched the ball, the middle-aged man would subconsciously tremble, or tremble with excitement.
That man is none other than Tottenham boss Villas-Boas.
He came to Neil Field for one purpose, to witness his conjectures.
If his conjecture was confirmed, he believed he would get out of this damn predicament.
At this time, he looked at Yile in the field, accompanied by his every run, every pass, and every handling of the ball, which made his adrenaline ferment crazy.
Boas was thrilled because he confirmed a little bit of his tactical feasibility!
This is his belief and his coaching philosophy.
High pressing + midfield control!
When he arrived at the Blues from Porto to make a difference, he was met with a waterloo in his life.
His failure at the Blues has not only called into question his ability to control the dressing room, but also his coaching philosophy has been criticized countless times, and even he has begun to wonder if this tactic is viable.
Villas-Boas had to abandon this style of coaching, and since taking charge of White Harbour, he has gradually begun to compromise, focusing on high-speed forks on the left and relying on Bale's speed to break the deadlock.
It was indeed a good idea, and under intense pressure, he even completed Bale's metamorphosis.
But the transformed Bale did not belong to White Harbour, and he was bought by Real Madrid.
Just as in previous years, when Real Madrid bought the core of the midfield, Luka Modric, Bale went happily and became a teammate of Ronaldo.
Tottenham, who lost their supercar on the left, are getting worse and worse in the league, which has caused him a lot of controversy.
Even he began to have a slight contradiction with the management.
This is not good news for Boas.
But at this time, the scout brought him a player profile, a Chinese named Yi Le.
At the beginning of the period, Boas didn't pay much attention, but he watched the video of Yile over and over again...
The devil knows how many times he's watched it, but he's sure of one thing.
He's going to get Easy Luck!
Gotta get Easy Luck!
That will be one of the most crucial factors in Tottenham's rejuvenation, and indeed in his rejuvenation.
And it was an opportunity for his questionable coaching philosophy to gain recognition.
China Yi's style of play is too much for his tactical system.
As if Yile was born for his tactical system, if the club buys Yile, he will be the core of Bailu MTR next season, and it is also the beginning of his conquest of Europe.
And his arrival at Neil Stadium confirms that even more.
With Yile's midfield, with next season's forward recruitment, as long as they can survive the run-in period, Tottenham's explosive combat power will make the whole of Europe tremble.
Boas was excited, his eyes looking straight at Yi Le, his eyes full of longing.
The roar of his heart.
Get him!
Gotta get him!!
After a while, Boas calmed down a little, and he took a deep breath.
Now he had two questions before him.
First, how to convince the club to let him coach next season.
Second, how to introduce Yile.
The second point is good, but the first point is a little difficult, now he has some contradictions with the club management, even the fans are quite dissatisfied with him, and he is facing the danger of being sacked.
After this dismissal, Boas's European journey will be over, and he will only be able to coach the second division, after all, his results do not guarantee that he will remain in the top flight.
This is a typical high open and low walk.
He came to Chelsea in high spirits, reluctantly transferred to Tottenham, and was finally forced to leave the second league, which was an insult to him.
As an internationally renowned young marshal, he is not satisfied with his current achievements.
He wants to stay at the top level in Europe, he wants to be the champion coach that everyone admires, just like that madman.
Having made up his mind, Boas took a deep breath, he slowly got up to leave, and when he walked to the exit, he couldn't help but turn his head to look at the black-haired boy running on the court, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said, "Young man, let's see you next year!" ”
"Tom, help me make an appointment with Mr. President, yes, now ......."
Boas's back was resolute, and it smacked of carrying a burden.
.......
Millwall won again and completed a seven-game winning streak that sent the Championship as a shock.
Millwall's frantic climb has spooked all the teams, and at the same time they have a huge headache, and how to deal with this Millwall team has become a problem on the table of all Championship managers.
After seven consecutive wins, Millwall have officially entered the first echelon.
The media shocked to find that they were just nine points clear of the top of the league table, the same level as Norwich, but they were fourth in the league on goal difference.
That's the fourth place in the league!
What does this mean?
If they keep that position, they can play in the play-offs and if they win, they will be in the Premier League.
It's a question that Millwall fans don't think about.
Eight rounds ago, they struggled to get out of the relegation zone, but now they have promotion hopes, and this is the most fantastic season for Millwall.
Soaring has always been a luxury for Millwall, who want the team to go to the top of the game, but because of their strength, they are always worried about relegation.
Millwall are a team that has not had any honours.
But the fans still love the team.
But once they saw a glimmer of light, when this thought was like a worm constantly wriggling in their hearts, tickling incomparably hard, these fans were silent.
Almost all Millwall fans have opened the team's official website to confirm the team's attitude and determination.
To their disappointment, there were no updates.
The club didn't make any declarations or decisions, which was their first and the team's first.
When the team's results are good, the fans are naturally happy, but when the results are too good, the fans are a little panicked.
They're afraid of booms and bustles, they're afraid of another Waterloo, they're afraid that everything in front of them is a thing of the past.
Therefore, not a single fan dared to shout... That slogan.
Although they hold this thought in their hearts, they have no way to vent it.
They are so eager!
Therefore, it makes them afraid of failure!
.......
Mandez's Bar, one of the most famous pubs in Isle of Dogs, is also one of the meeting places for Millwall fans.
The bar, which should be bustling at night, seems very quiet.
Many people in the bar were drinking, but they rarely talked and talked, and they seemed to have things hidden in their eyes, and some of them wanted to stop talking.
The atmosphere in the bar was very strange, and there seemed to be a lot of people today, the whole bar was already full, but there were still many people standing by with bottles.
From time to time, their eyes looked at the door, as if they were waiting for something to appear....
Bang!!
The silence was broken, and a strong man like a bear walked in.
When these fans saw this person, their eyes lit up instantly.
He's Ralder!
He's the leader of the Green Street hooligans!
He's a die-hard Millwall fan!
He loves this team more than anyone else and believes in her.
Perhaps, they can get a confirmation from Lalde's mouth, or not?
That slogan that no one shouted...
In the silence, Ralde slowly walked to the bar, his expression was very indifferent, he asked for a beer, and then walked in the direction of the door again under the gaze of everyone, as if to leave.
Seeing this scene, someone finally couldn't help but shout.
"Ralde!"
Raldea stopped at the door of the bar, but he didn't turn around, his back looking a little lonely.
Ralde lowered his head, he knew in his heart what these people craved...
Why not?
However, in the face of such a problem, he did not dare to talk nonsense, even this fierce strong man was as fragile as a baby at this time.
If there is no hope, there may not be disappointment!
This is what he thinks.
In front of everyone's eyes, Ralde took a sip of wine, his lips squirming slightly for a moment, but he couldn't speak.
Finally, with a sound of the door opening, he walked out of the bar.
The whole bar fell silent again...
Everyone's expressions became lost, and I don't know who sighed, and the atmosphere in the whole bar was simply terrible.