VIP Ward, Portsmouth Central Hospital.

McVeigh's child was yelling at the TV, "Sister Chen Xi, we've won again!" ”

Fans are not used to calling the team by name, "we" is the more correct name, and the little guy is very good at it.

Sky Sports' Glero was very observant about the round, and his magnetic voice came from the TV.

'Portsmouth boss Walker didn't make any significant changes to his starting line-up, with Ryan Williams replacing right-back Allan and Brazilian midfielder Ricciardo replacing Norris in the starting line-up at 442.

Chen Xi didn't care about what was said on TV, she was now just the attending physician of the little boy, and all she had in her eyes was the condition and the scalpel.

The girl's brow furrowed, and McVeigh's eyes jumped and jumped as if he were about to tear down the ward, and warned loudly: "Quiet! ”

McVeigh was stared at like this, and at first he didn't think so, but suddenly a light flashed his eyes. The thing was thin and long, glittering in the sunlight and hanging from frost, and the white scale barrel was filled with a transparent liquid.

The little guy saw the needle and subconsciously moved it back with his buttocks, his cute nose sniffed slightly, and he snorted twice dissatisfied, "Sister is so terrible!" ”

Of course, Chen Xi was just scaring and scaring him, and she had no choice but to deal with children, and she had to take out the momentum of her usual surgery to calm the field. Chen Xi is not the London uncle, Hydward can build Lego bricks, can talk about superheroes, Iron Man; Spider-Man; Superman and so on, it's not bad to be a kid king without being a head coach, she thought with some wicked taste.

Head coach Walker? Chen Xi suddenly remembered what the commentator of Sky Sports said. That uncle is out of class? Living in the football country of England for many years, she has been exposed to some football knowledge to a greater or lesser extent, and many of her colleagues are fans. The head coach profession is simply the profession with the highest unemployment rate in the world, Chen Xi has also read a little related news intentionally or unintentionally these days, half of the head coaches have been fired in the Premier League this year, and it is normal for Hydward to not be able to do it.

Chen Xi rolled up McVeigh's sleeve and began to measure his heartbeat, blood pressure, and body temperature. She noticed that the little guy was wearing clothes with black markers with his name signed, not the usual English ligature. It was in block letters in Chinese, and it was written well, as beautiful as his spoken language.

She casually asked, "Where did Uncle Ward go?" ”

"Isn't it on the TV?"

McVeigh, who was naturally active and active, had just been quiet for three minutes and began to behave again, and couldn't help his curiosity to touch the mercury thermometer in his armpit.

On television, the camera was geared with the narrator, pointing the camera at Portsmouth's bench. Hydward was now a little annoyed by Richards blocking in front of him, interfering with him to watch the game.

Glero laughed, he liked the Championship side Portsmouth, and said: "It seems that the young assistant coach has more of the majesty of a manager, and the young team doctor has obviously been taught a lesson. ”

Four-year-old McVeigh kept pouting at these words, you are only an assistant coach, and your whole family is an assistant coach! Dad is right, the media can't believe half a word, they also said that we will be relegated, but Uncle is leading the team to climb, you see the penultimate has become Coventry!

He couldn't help but refute Glero on TV: "Uncle was originally the head coach!" ”

As soon as the camera turned on the TV, Margery, who rarely grabbed the ball, took advantage of the problem of the opposing striker taking the ball too big and successfully broke the ball. The moment he broke the ball with his right foot, he made a forward pass on his left heel, and the whole action was natural and natural.

Ricardo, who had been idle in the midfield, got the ball smartly as if he had been hit with hormones in his head.

"Well broken, Margery! It's a Nesta-esque elegant defense, it's just art! Glero couldn't help but exclaim, after the last round of commentary, he felt that in his long career, he would find another one comparable to Gascoigne; Michael Owen; Joe cole; A superstar like Wayne Rooney. This man is Margery, and he has never seen a young man with such a football awareness.

Of course, it's just that when you brag so much during the game, the human adrenaline secretion will always be a little mushy.

Ricciardo, nicknamed the Global Hawk on the team, is American's newest unmanned reconnaissance aircraft that describes his ability to capture instantaneous fighters. He's not an unreliable guy like Norris, and the ball goes down his toes, straight forward, with just the right amount of spin.

Lawrence pulls back to catch the ball and the ball arrives. They have practiced this attacking routine countless times, but it seems that they have not seen much blood so far, and Portsmouth's midfield is really a bit poor, and the support given to the forward line is always not enough.

The defensive tactics used by League One teams like Milton Keynes Dons are naturally the most common and unnutritious man-markers. Lawrence brought away one of the centre-backs who was marking him, and Etuhu understood it, and he began to accelerate wildly without the ball, interspersing gaps in the ribs.

The Irishman slammed his heel, like the once golden wolf Guti's pluck, and the ball went down the middle ground.

Milton Keynes Dons tried to create an offside position, but their right-back dragged on to the end, and Etuhu made a big one-on-one shot, and after a slight glance at the goalkeeper's position, he slotted the ball into the far corner like a spiral.

"The ball went in!! Milton Keynes can't do anything! From breaking the ball to counter-attacking to scoring a goal, is it too fast, is there 7 seconds? Textbook in general, what I see this is Portsmouth? Isn't this Jose Mourinho's Chelsea? ”

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McVeigh jumped to his feet, his arms waving, and the thermometer in his armpit was completely unsafe.

Chen Xi felt that his brain and cerebellum hurt everywhere, why was he so excited!

The little guy used the pillow on the hospital bed as a scarf to cheer him on, and threw it up, looking a little sick.

Every cell in his body exuded joy, and the cancer cells were most afraid of this thing, "Sister, we're going to Old Trafford!" Yay, Manchester United. ”

The TV camera was once again on the bench, and Chen Xi stared at Hydward, who was obviously dodging the camera this time, burying his body in the shadows.

The game continued, and Chen Xi, who has never watched football, accompanied McVeigh to watch the FA Cup in the hospital room today.

It's just that compared to the little guy who has always been high, she just watched calmly, thought calmly, and then calmly turned off the TV.