In the absence of a one-man game, Wolves were almost kicked out of their temper.

They lost the sharpness to continue playing, and the rest of the game was almost crushed by Millwall.

The game lasted 93 minutes, and the score was 2:0.

Following Gligori, Gain scored another goal to set the stage for victory.

"It's game over! Millwall won again and completely killed the game thanks to two goals from Gregory Grigory and Gain. ”

"But compared to winning the game, the competitive spirit that is easy to show is our biggest gain." George. Stephen grinned, showed a relieved smile, and said, "Our big boy has grown up, and he is a man!" ”

In the stadium, the Wolves players had no face to continue to stay, and they left in disgrace.

Millwall's players, on the other hand, were in high spirits, lining up in a line, holding hands on the pitch and bowing towards the stands.

"Well done! Lads, this time it's Millwall. The Predator Army! Pexoto said emotionally.

With their bows, the audience was full of jubilation,

Thunderous applause, they cheered for this victory.

In the players' tunnel, Yi Le was walking with Gligory when he suddenly heard a call from the side.

"Easy! Easy! Easy! ”

Yi Le turned his head to look over, only to see Ralde's massive body hanging from the fence, waving his arms vigorously at him.

Yi Le smiled in return and waved at him.

Ralde shouted excitedly: "Yi, give me your robe, I will definitely treat it well." ”

Shirt?

Yi Le looked down at his jersey, and the part on his shoulder was soaked in blood, and a black-brown pattern appeared.

Yi Le thought for a while and said, "I'll go back and wash it before I give it to you?" ”

"No!"

Lelder sternly refused: "Blood and scars are a man's military medal, that is a romance that belongs only to men, and I want this." ”

"Okay." Yi Le smiled helplessly, took off his jersey, and handed it over.

Ralde excitedly took the jersey and hugged it in his arms, which was called a happiness.

"Well done!"

Ralde stretched out his fist.

Yi Le grinned, and also stretched out his fist.

Gently bump.

"In the next game, remember to come and cheer me on!"

"No problem!"

.......

In the locker room, Yi Le kept grinning at the intensity of the game, whether it was physical confrontation or otherwise, he didn't know how he played the whole game.

Beads of sweat the size of beans ran down his cheeks to the tip of his chin, dripping down the tip of his chin, creating a small puddle on the ground between his legs.

I sweated a lot, and even the wound on my forehead ached.

Neil. Harlid walked in after the post-match interview, looked at Elal, and asked, "How's it going?" ”

Yi Le pointed to his forehead and said; "It hurts."

Neil. Harlid frowned slightly, took out the phone and called the team doctor in.

Yile began to re-bandage with the help of the team doctor, while Neil. Khalid has already begun to sum up the work.

First of all, he criticized Williams, arguing that Williams was too aggressive on the right flank, and that he needed to be more proactive, and even if necessary, he could take the initiative to ask Yile for the ball.

The second is Gain's left flank, and although Gain's play in this game is good, his shooting is still criticized, and he has been given a shooting task.

Grigory was praised for scoring two goals, and the guy's eyebrows fluttered with joy.

Subsequently, the manager criticised the backline and midfield.

Finally, he looked at Yi Le.

"Yi, in the next game, you are responsible for passing, if you don't have to, don't try to break through."

Neil. Khalid said it kindly, but on the other hand, he meant to play less and tease the mentality of the opposing players.

It is true that Yi Le's foot skills are not said, but he is still too young to know how to protect himself, and as a young man, he always has some desire to express, and he has no idea of stopping it, but out of the protection of Yi Le, he still warns him not to be too sticky.

After summing up, Neil. A smile finally appeared on Khaled's serious face, and he said shyly: "Watford lost." ”

Hearing this, the entire locker room fell silent suddenly, followed by a wolf-like cheer.

Today, Millwall sit third in the league by a narrow margin.

They won the game and got three points.

Watford, on the other hand, lost, meaning that no points were scored.

They were only two points away from the league and were instantly overtaken.

Millwall climbed to second place in the league with a one-point lead!

What this represents, no one knows better than the Millwall people.

If they maintain this ranking, they will not have to play in the league play-offs and will be promoted directly.

Now, they're getting closer to an upgrade.

And it's not just that....

Players, look at me, look at you, they licked their lips subconsciously.

People's greed is limitless, and they will only ask for it without limits, and this idea is often called ambition.

Now that they're second in the league, why not step up and pull Bournemouth down.

League leader!

League champions!

Why can't they win a title for the club for the first time in more than 100 years?

Everyone's eyes were twinkle and it was an aggressive gaze that they wanted to promote to the English Premier League as champions!

.......

Maybe it's the breeding of ambition, or maybe it's the state of bravery.

Millwall are getting sharper and sharper in the coming league games.

Their attack has become sharper, with only a small gap, a small mistake from the opposition, which can be converted into goals by Millwall.

They were extremely efficient in scoring goals, but conceded just as many goals.

But the fans don't think it's a big problem, but it shows more and more the quality of Millwall's courage to fight.

After completing a seven-game winning streak, they have once again ushered in a wave of winning streaks, and the momentum is ferocious.

In the 33rd round of the league, they won 5-3 away from home, taking three points from Bolton.

Millwall's players are trying to catch up, but Bournemouth is also a strong team with consistent results.

Even if Millwall try to catch up, the league points are still stable at a five-point gap.

If Millwall want to win the title, then Bournemouth will have to make mistakes, and Millwall have no room to make mistakes.

After the training, Gregory angrily slammed the newspaper and said angrily: "Are these guys machines? Why don't you make a single mistake! With only five points to go, I never felt like it was a long way off, but now Bournemouth is a bit desperate. ”

Yi Le glanced at him lightly and said, "Don't worry, in the next league, we still have a chance to meet, as long as we can win, we can still achieve our goal." ”

"You're so confident?" Grigory looked curious and said, "It's Bournemouth." ”

Yi Le shrugged his shoulders and grinned: "So what, we are going to play Manchester United, Chelsea, Liverpool and other European powerhouses next season!" ”

"That's really .....," said Grigory, who had just an excited expression on his face, and then, as if thinking of something, became a little depressed; I may not be able to play. ”

Yi Le frowned and said, "Are you sure you transferred?" ”

Grigory nodded: "Well, Dortmund has already made an offer for the purchase, and the two sides are still tentatively contacting, but Dortmund is very determined to get me, and the club will sign it soon." ”

Yi Le was silent for a long time and said: "Okay, the Bundesliga is also a top league, and the conditions over there are indeed a lot better." ”

Hearing this, Grigory hesitated for a moment and said, "I mentioned you to Dortmund. ”

Well?

Yi Le raised his eyebrows slightly, although his future is no longer in the Bundesliga, he is still a little curious: "What do they say? ”

Grigory was a little frustrated, and said: "They are very optimistic about your future, but if you go to Dortmund now, there is no place for you." ”

Yi Le grinned, he had already thought of this as the answer.

Yi Le patted his ass and got up, and said, "Get up and train, the next thing is a tough battle!" ”

After that, the two entered the court together to start a new round of physical training.