Inside the office of La Masia's Academy.

Miranda sat alone at the desk, staring at the envelope for a long time, and then slowly picked up the envelope and opened it, taking out the letters inside.

'Hello Grandpa Miranda. It's been a long time since you've called me and I don't know what's going on, but I hope my worries are unwarranted. ’

'I came to Camp Nou in April and I found out you didn't come to watch that game, I'm sorry to come here in this way, but it's important for me and I've proven myself. Actually, I would prefer you to be there, because my success indirectly proves that your decision was also correct. ’

'I wanted to write to you for a long time, but it always felt like the time was not ripe, and now that I finally have the chance, I have reached the Champions League final with my team-mates, and I thought, I'm proud enough, right?' ’

Miranda looked at the letter, a smile on her wrinkled face, and her eyes were full of emotion.

In fact, Yile has always been his pride, no matter what achievements he has achieved.

Miranda has always believed that Yile is his child!

You have taught me so much and I am always grateful. ’

'Grandpa Miranda, we have a game on June 4th, it's important for me, we are against Real Madrid, they are very strong, until now I am not sure of winning. ’

'I hope you can come and I hope to receive your blessings, which will help me immensely. ’

The ticket is in the envelope, and we'll see you there! ’

The letter was short, but Miranda read it tirelessly, his eyes a little red, and his heart full of emotion and relief.

Call~~~~~~

Eventually, Miranda put down the letter, and he went to the floor-to-ceiling window, standing with his hands in his hands.

After taking a few deep breaths, he said happily:

"Don't worry, I'll go, I won't miss this opportunity, I'm going to watch you rise to the top of Europe!"

......

England, Isle of Dogs, Manders Bar.

The leader of the 'Green Street Bandits', Ralde, was gulping down his wine, his face gloomy and not saying a word.

Around him, the old lads were also silent, they were drinking with their heads down, and they were all in a depressed mood.

They lost relegation in the Championship just a week ago in the round of 46 and Millwall will be relegated to the First Division next season.

It was a fatal blow for Millwall fans.

They had the best of times, relegation, promotion, and championships, but now it seems to be booming and declining, with the original meritorious players leaving one by one, Millwall being split by the big teams, and now Millwall simply don't have the crazy momentum of the 14/15 season.

"I think it's easy, I think Grigory, Gain, Upson... I miss them, and if they were still around, we wouldn't have been downgraded. Albert, the strong man, couldn't help but weep bitterly.

Hearing these names, the others were also silent.

In their minds is that bloody day, and they have not forgotten that crazy summer to this day!

Easy Joy!

What a magical name.

They don't watch Premier League games, but they still watch the Champions League.

They watched Yi Le go on a devastation in the Champions League, kicking out the stars who had already made a name for themselves, and they were proud of the superstars who came out of their Millwall.

He is the only prince in the hearts of Millwall fans and at the same time the belief of the 'Green Street Hooligans'.

"Albert, we can't keep easy!" One of the partners whispered.

Albert roared with tears in his eyes: "Lao Tzu knows, but you can't stop me from missing him, in fact, you all miss him, don't you?!" ”

The crowd stopped talking, Albert was right, they were duplicitous.

But now Yile's worth, they can't even think about it.

Jingle bell~~!!

The wind chimes rang at the door, and a postman walked in, and when he saw a group of hideous giants, he couldn't help but pause, and whispered, "Which one is Ralde..." First.. Mr? ”

Ralde, who was sitting at the bar, turned his head and said; "What's the matter?"

The postman swallowed, walked over and handed over a letter with both hands, and said, "You... Your letter! ”

Ralde took the letter, nodded, and was about to speak, when the postman disappeared with a smoke of oil on the soles of his feet.

Bag!

Rald scorned, then opened the letter and read it.

I saw a joy in his eyes, and he read it quickly.

And the hooligans on the side also asked curiously: "Boss, whose letter?" Still someone writes letters? “

"Humph!" Ralde snorted and glanced at the other with a look of pride.

The person who spoke scratched his head in confusion, what's the situation?

But Ralder didn't explain, and after a quick reading of the letter, he poured a beer and left the bar.

"Boss, where are you going?"

Someone shouted.

Rald turned his head and smirked, "Get ready to fight!" ”

Everyone's eyes lit up, and they couldn't help but get up one after another, and said, "Boss, who are you doing?!" ”

Ralde's eyes widened, and he said, "It's not your part, this is a battle that belongs to me alone!" ”

After speaking, he raised the letter in his hand, smiled hehe, and said: "Don't you see it, Yi's letter, there is also a Champions League final ticket in it, he asked me to cheer for him, hahahahaha..."

"Yi, I was only invited, I have, you don't."

After saying that, Ralde strode out of the bar, holding his hands high, as if he had returned to the summer of 15 years, and his decadent temperament disappeared, and some were just full of fighting spirit.

"Hurrah, Millwall!!"

"Proud lion, struggling!!"

"Fight! Fight! Fight!! ”

......

In front of Dulwich College International, Yile drove an Audi R8 and parked on the side of the road.

He didn't leave the shed open, which would be more conducive to concealment.

Now that Yile is scared by the paparazzi, the perseverance of the Sun really makes Yile feel helpless.

After waiting for a while, Yi Le saw Zhang Doudou, dressed in sports clothes and wearing a refreshing ponytail, ran out, and when she saw Yi Le, she got into the car directly.

"What's the matter? Call me out in such a hurry? ”

Zhang Doudou sat in the co-pilot and asked curiously.

Yi Le smiled, took out a ticket from his pocket and handed it over, then scratched his head and said, "A ticket, I will play a very important game on June 4th, I think..."

"Champions League final?"

Zhang Doudou's eyes lit up and said.

Yi Lelen paused for a moment and said, "You know? ”

Zhang Doudou glanced at him angrily and said, "Do you think I'm illiterate?" The months I've spent in the UK have been all about football, and I don't think I know. ”

Zhang Doudou lied, even if he was exposed to a lot of football in the UK, if he didn't check the information carefully, he couldn't tell the difference between the events.

For example, Sun Mei has been asking when Tottenham will play the European Cup and whether they can win the championship!

"That's it!" Yi Le suddenly realized, and then asked carefully; "You're coming, aren't you?"

Zhang Doudou smiled and said, "Do you want me to go?" ”

"Hmm!"

Yi Le nodded firmly.

"Hee-hee, I know, I'll go!"

Yi Le nodded and said, "When the time comes, I will let Pere accompany you." ”

Zhang Doudou nodded, her English is not good, she is easy to get lost, and the financial aspect is also a problem, after all, she is not a little rich woman, she is shy in her pocket, even if she has a ticket, she needs other expenses, so she accepts Yile's arrangement.

Zhang Doudou opened the car door and was about to leave, Yi Le thought about it, hurriedly walked out, and shouted: "Doudou..."

"Huh?"

Zhang Doudou turned his head and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"That .....," Yi Le scratched his cheek and said. I... If I win the championship, there is... Are there any rewards? ”

"Reward?" Zhang Doudou was stunned for a moment, and then smiled.

"Reward..."

Zhang Doudou carried his hands behind his back, staggered to Yi Le's fat body, and whispered a few words in Yi Le's ear with his heels.

When he landed, Yi Le's eyes widened, his whole face turned red, and he was panting heavily.

He felt that his fighting spirit was high, and his combat power soared directly to MAX.

What Ronaldo and Modric have to go away!!

The championship is mine, no one is allowed to grab it!!

Looking at Yi Le's unyielding appearance, Zhang Doudou sneered and said; "Stupid!"

After speaking, he trotted into the campus, leaving Yi Le standing in place with a smirk.