Inside the villa of Yile.

Yi Le sits in front of an old-fashioned fireplace, wrapped in a blanket, and the temperature in the room gradually rises, giving it a warm feeling.

Actually, it's not the fireplace, it's heating in this villa.

This is similar to geothermal equipment, but unlike in northern China, there is no such thing as central heating.

In the basement there is a heater, three huge fuel tanks, and this heater is diesel burning.

The high cost of diesel made Yile almost think about 'honeysuckle and freeze', although his salary was not low, and then he realized that he did not need to be responsible for all this, and it was Chairman Levy who provided the basic expenses, which made him completely unburdened to tighten the heating valve to the maximum.

Sitting in front of the fireplace, roasting his body, Yile drank a cup of hot cocoa.

He quickly pulled out a crumpled, wet letter from the side.

On the surface of the letter is a portrait of Spike, which is well drawn and the lines are extremely clean, and in the lower left corner is the sender's name.

Joya. Woolraylai!

Yi Le opened the envelope and took out the letters inside.

There were a lot of letters, two or three pages long, but Yi Le still read them patiently.

"Hi Yi, I'm your fan, you can call me Little Woolley or you can call me Joya."

"Of course, I would prefer that you call me Joa, so that it seems more intimate."

"I don't know if my father can deliver this letter to you, but I choose to believe him, even if he doesn't, I won't blame him, he is a good father!"

"First of all, congratulations on winning the game again, I watched that game and against Arsenal you were still perfect!"

'You may not know it, but I was one of your earliest fans, and I followed you when you were at Millwall.

'I remember your debut in the Championship round of 13, coming off the bench in the second half against Wolves, it was a game I watched by chance, and the first time I saw you, I felt like you were going to dominate that game, I don't know why I thought about it, but it was strong and it told me that you were different.

"And it proves that you blew up the Wolves midfield and made a legendary debut! It's just pretty cool! ”

"Then you started leading Millwall to a winning streak and finally lifting the trophy that season, which made me even more excited. I have watched you rise bit by bit, from the time of your namelessness, you know this feeling, it is like finding a sparkling diamond, watching it gradually be praised by the world, which makes me very honored! ”

"Then you were bought by Tottenham for a transfer fee of £10 million, but I was a little angry at the time because Tottenham underestimated you too much, they paid too little, and £10 million is an insult."

'But you quickly adjusted your form and got a starting place in the fourth round of the Premier League and started Tottenham's winning streak.

"Seeing you get the recognition and cheers of the fans, and the figure of galloping on the field, I have substituted myself more than once."

"In fact, I'm a patient! I'm leukemia and in my world there is only white. ”

"White sheets, white curtains, white environment, yes, the pungent smell of disinfectant water."

"My world is monotonous and blank, so I really yearn for the wonderful world outside."

"I crave blue skies, sunshine and the feeling of running."

"I want to run around the greenfield and whizz against the wind."

"I also want to be loved and cheered by the fans, and you have shown me a wonderful world, even though I haven't been able to experience it myself."

"These are my dreams, and in reality, I can only lie in bed and fantasize about these things, and my body doesn't support me to do these strenuous exercises."

"If I hadn't gotten sick, I feel like I'd be a good footballer, but of course, I'm not sure if I'll be as good as you, because you're a genius!"

"I've said a lot, do you think I'm verbose? Please forgive me, because I have no friends, and the thoughts that have been accumulated in my heart for nearly a year have been vented out by me. ”

"Of course, I feel like you'll choose to forgive, because I'm your lovely fan!"

"Hehe, okay, easy, I won't bother you training, I want to see you win, I can't affect your state."

"Finally, I have a small, wayward request!"

"I'm nine years old this year, I have leukemia, I know it's a terminal illness, but I still want to face the world positively."

"The doctor said that this would help curb the spread of the disease."

"Actually, I'm very unwilling, I'm only nine years old, I was sentenced to death before I could see this wonderful world, I have never been loved by this world!"

"Even until I died, I didn't leave enough traces of it!"

"I'd like to ask you for something."

"Yi, can you score a goal for me?"

"Just for me!"

......

"Easy shot!! Oh no!! The heart of our midfield was very active today, he started to try and shoot, and he was very motivated. Lawrence joked with a laugh, "Even though his footwork is a bit terrible." ”

Yi Le stood in front of the door, and he chopped his feet stupidly.

The shot just now could have been scored by Harry, Son, Ali or Torres, but his shooting skills were too rough.

Yi Le stepped back sullenly, which made Harry in the front line. Kane and Son Heung-min looked at each other.

Team Dad, what's going on?

So angry?

Who him off?

In the past, Yi Le was not so obsessed with scoring goals, but in this game, when facing Aston Villa, Yi Le showed an unprecedented desire to shoot.

......

In the direction of the coach's seat, Boas was also at a loss, he called assistant coach Michelle over and asked, "What happened to Yi recently?" ”

Michelle smiled bitterly: "No problem, he's normal." ”

Boas rolled his eyes angrily and said secretly: Is this normal? A midfield core constantly pressing forward?

Although they have secured a goal lead, that doesn't guarantee anything, and if they continue to play like this, they may well find a counter-attack by Aston Villa.

Boas felt the need to talk to Yi.

As for replacing Yile on the field?

This Boas did not think about, and although Yile had some wayward behavior, it could not hide his pressing power in midfield.

In fact, as long as Yi Le is not so aggressive and penetrates into the opponent's big penalty area, his performance is still no problem.

Boas beckoned to the bench behind him. Ali stumbled over.

"Boss." Dele. Ali looked like a licking dog.

Since the last time the news broke out about the bar, he began to be suppressed by Boas.

He knew it was a warning, so he was extremely honest.

Boas glanced at him and asked, "Yi, what's going on?" ”

Dele. Ali was stunned for a moment, the relationship is not for me to play.

Dele. Ali said aggrievedly: "I don't know, his performance today is really weird." ”

Boas frowned slightly, then turned his head abruptly and looked at the other party coldly.

This made Dele. Ali was taken aback.

"I have a friend who said he saw you at the bar yesterday."

Dele. Ali's eyes widened, he raised his hands high, and said, "No! Instructor! I didn't go to the bar last night. ”

"Are you sure?" Boas squinted his eyes and sneered.

Dele. Ali was in a hurry, and hurriedly said: "I went home to rest after training yesterday, and I started sleeping at nine o'clock, I really didn't go to the bar, you can check the monitoring at my door." ”

Boas looked at the other party's eager defense, and couldn't help but nod slowly: "Okay, that may be my friend's mistake." ”

Forehead......

Dele. Ali was stupid.

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