Chapter 126: Slow down
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Especially when the team's state is up and down, the former feels promising as long as they can see the team improving, while the latter takes it as their duty to attract attention, even if there is no dry goods, they use the title to induce curiosity, arouse associations, and even directly detonate a war of words.
The Guardian, which broke the news before the League Cup match, seems to be determined to be black.
ā...... According to insiders, after Mo left the team due to the brawl, the situation in the team was very bad for a while. In order to prove his worth and attract potential buyers, he flatly claimed that he would not leave the team until he won the Premier League MVP. With the support of his team-mates, he changed his old style and skyrocketed in the number of shots he had per game, but his success rate was less than half that of Kaiserslautern. ā
The voice-over of such a passage is obvious.
Sweeping the right to fire means pursuing data, and after making such a promise, the true purpose of the parties has been revealed.
Win the trust of your teammates with promises that are hard to distinguish between true and false, and ignore the overall interests of the team for the sake of personal performance!
To be honest, this review in The Guardian is not groundless, both the arguments and the arguments have their sources, and even feel reasonable when you think about it.
In the face of all the transfer rumours, no matter what the player says, he will be suspected of being true or false. In an awkward situation within the team, this method of making promises to survive the crisis of confidence is a model of crisis public relations.
You must know that the transfer is not up to the players themselves, and even if they make a promise, it is entirely possible that they will be terminated by the club before they are not fulfilled. Similarly, if negotiated in private, the club can take the initiative to help the players for the sake of profit.
Arsenal have always been known for buying low and selling high in the transfer market. Jume's £11 million club transfer record is simply unmatched by a big club. Although he is the only central striker in the team after Anelka's departure, there is no guarantee that Wenger will continue to make good moves and quickly find a suitable replacement.
As a result, there is not much time left for the person concerned to get rid of the bad image and re-prove his worth, and it is likely that making a promise is only a stopgap measure!
The night after the game, the Westwood Bar VIP box.
The room was quite big. There were only three people, but the atmosphere was quite warm.
"Cheers!"
Petit raised the wine glass in her hand, touched it lightly with a young man next to her, and drank it up.
The young man, Chris Lyle, worked as a sports reporter at the London Evening Standard last year, and after being killed by Youmo in public, he became a right-hand man for The Guardian.
The Guardian, also known as the Manchester Guardian, is also based in London, but the tendencies are clear at a glance. Petit has important inside information in his hands, so he naturally has a lot of calculations about his collaborators. In the end, his choice was unexpected.
This is the second time that the two have cooperated, and they are a little familiar with each other.
"Do you mind?"
Lyle also drank it all and put down his wine glass, pulling out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.
He actually knew that the Frenchman in the Arsenal team and even Arsene Wenger were smokers, but such a question was both respectful and could further test the other party.
Really.
"Oh, it's been a long time, aren't you embarrassing me!" Petit looked hesitant, his hand in the air, not knowing whether to refuse or to pull one out.
"That's embarrassing. I'm making an exception for you, as soon as I get to this kind of place, I get addicted to smoking. Lyle looked closely. scolded my mother in my heart.
Smoking a cigarette also has to be calculated for half a day, is it tiring or not?
"Yes, when I was young, I didn't leave my cigarettes, and I didn't drink or have fun every night, but now that I'm old, I can't do it if I don't pay attention."
Petit naturally let go of his mind after finishing his face. So he reached out and took it, and skillfully flicked one out and put it on.
The look of disdain on Lyle's face flickered, and he nodded it with the same skill, his mouth respectful, "You know that, too. It's not good to be able to smoke and drink in our industry, it's all social, everywhere you have to do it, and where there is news, there will be peer competition. ā
"yes, there's a lot of competition in every line right now." Petit spit out a smoke ring beautifully, changed the conversation, and asked: "As soon as these two reports come out, you will probably become a celebrity in the eyes of the editor-in-chief, how about it, brother, I am righteous enough!" ā
"Of course, thanks to you." Lyle nodded violently in excitement, and his voice raised a lot: "Not only the editor-in-chief, but the boss has personally summoned me and praised me for my wide range of hands and eyes." I don't dare to mention your name, it makes me irritated! ā
"Haha, let's take what we need, happy cooperation, I'm really not at ease to find someone else." Petit listened to it very much, and her face suddenly turned red.
"In this way, Mo will probably regret offending you!" Lyle lowered his voice slightly, and turned his head to look at Grimandi, who was playing with his phone.
This guy has been idle for a long time, and after a few drinks, he flashes to the side to amuse himself.
In fact, it's not that he doesn't want to participate, but the former leading brother Anelka is not there, and Petit is a cautious master, so he now knows less first-hand information than before.
"It's okay, Gilles is his own, but it doesn't hurt to say it!" Petit coughed a few times, and Grimandi ran over to toast with great interest.
Lyle was naturally overjoyed and touched it twice in a row, and drank two glasses.
The wine was too urgent, and the conversation was naturally a little high, but the two people next to him were obviously addicted to smoking more than the amount of alcohol, and their state was not much better than him.
"Your two moves are indeed quite powerful, but in my opinion, you can't hurt your muscles and bones just by relying on your mouth. The Englishmen in your team are stinky and hard, and they don't like foreigners to be in the limelight here, so is it possible to fake it, help him get an MVP, and then sell it at a high price, and still help the club make a fortune? ā
This possibility made Petit and Grimandi frown at the same time.
Without Anelka, the two are now a bit weak. Especially now that the Dutch are supporting and the Swedes are close to making a comeback, if the English really plan to do so, then their busyness is obviously just scratching the itch in their boots.
And even when it comes to firing rights, the English, who have very few attacking players, don't care.
"What do you mean?" Petit pondered for a moment. The more I thought about it, the more I felt that I was a little too optimistic before, so I was ashamed to ask.
"I've heard that Nikolai handed you the disc of Sylvain's emotional performance, I don't know ......," said Lyle, observing his face, and seeing that the other party was not good, he closed his mouth and took another glass.
"Well, I understand what you mean. Still. Everyone is French, and things are too inauthentic, how will we meet in the future! Petit sighed, her voice full of regret, but her eyes inadvertently flickered.
"Oh, then when I didn't say it! I really didn't expect you to value the same heart so much, forgive me for that hateful professional habit, haha......" Lyle received the signal accurately, and his heart suddenly crossed with surprise.
His idea was actually quite simple.
The density of Arsenal's schedule in the second half of the season is quite exaggerated, and appropriate rotation is a necessity. Now the team is gone after Anelka. Youmo became the center forward, and Wiltord was the only substitute. If you stab that disc that is not suitable for children to the media at this time, the impact will be a chain reaction!
Think about it, the league has been ahead for more than half a season, the Champions League has been highlighted into the knockout stage, the League Cup is close at hand, the FA Cup is a traditional strength, so many highlights are ahead. Can Arsene Wenger trust a guy crushed by a scandal?
If you can't, you'll naturally use the Zhengyin center to die.
Even if this guy has been playing and stopping for the first half of the season, even if this guy has amazing physical fitness. Even if this guy has a strong psychological quality, he will inevitably fall under such an exaggerated weight!
"Cheers!"
......
The guy who was remembered was crying in the hospital.
Didn't you say that it was good to have a football team? Why didn't you say it was women's football in advance?
Well, in fact, he just slandered in his heart, and faced the reality with a bright smile.
There are many wives, it's true!
There's nothing patriarchal about it. It's just that since I have a daughter, I naturally want to have another kid, but I accidentally ignored that there is no inevitable connection between the daughter and the kid.
"Oh, don't be discouraged, there will be more opportunities in the future!"
Wang Dan covered his mouth and snickered for a while without conscience. I came up to comfort the goods.
In fact, it is impossible to expect women not to be jealous of women, and it is impossible to have a bowl of water, You Mo is well aware of this, so he will be accustomed to this kind of gloating behavior, and he has no intention of getting angry because of it.
The reason, naturally, being angry means that you are serious!
Of course, there must be a limit to being jealous, and it will turn your face like too much.
"Okay, if Steward Lan sees your appearance, I'll ...... it," You Mo thought for a while before giving an answer, "I'll go find Sister Juan!" ā
Wang Danzheng was smiling happily, and when he heard this, he suddenly felt in danger.
Jiang Xiaolan has no opinions, and her mind is only on You Mo, which is simply not an opponent for her.
Li Juan is different.
A guy who can endure the pain of lovesickness between the two places for three years, and his heart performance is comparable to that of ordinary people?
A guy who dares to hide from his family and go abroad to marry someone else, can he be more courageous than ordinary people?
Can be selected for the women's national football team, and has already won the Asian Cup, the goal is directly aimed at the Women's World Cup, the physical condition and psychological quality can be compared with ordinary people?
Such an opponent is too terrible to be guarded against!
"Oh, just kidding, look at you seriously!"
Wang Dan suddenly turned into a finger twister, saw that there was no one around, approached the water snake and stuck to him, snorting wantonly.
The two of them were at the end of the hospital corridor at this time, both holding phones in their hands, but her number had not been dialed yet, and Yu Mo's was on the phone.
This product was originally going to serve the mother and daughter in the ward, but the annoying phone calls repeatedly disturbed the patient, so he was decisively kicked out. Jiang Xiaolan did not show unusual emotions after learning the baby's gender, which alleviated his worries to a certain extent.
"I'm calling Lu Wei, pay attention to your image, don't think you can rest assured that you can rub and rub it with your clothes, there is a camera here!" You Mo had no choice but to make a decisive intimidation when he was disturbed.
As a result, the guy who was warned turned his head and searched for it and didn't find it, and then intensified, and the other end of the phone heard the clue.
"Kneading, rubbing, rubbing, or something, it's a live surface, right? Making handmade noodles in the hospital? Lu Wei was puzzled and continued to ask, "What is the threat of the camera?" Have you already applied for a patent? What are you doing with your clothes, tell me what you're rolling out with! ā
You Mo was a little speechless, and it took a while for him to be relieved by the faint sound of footsteps behind him. Wang Dan actually has a thief's heart but no courage to be a thief, and he didn't dare to implement it once after brewing how many car returns* were shocked.
"Your uncle, hang up, you can call Zheng Zhi when you go back!"
"Why didn't you call her directly?"
"you, don't you know she's playing in Australia and she's playing right now?"
"Oh, you know better than I know?"
For such a question, You Mo did not bother to answer.
It's just the Australian Open, although You Xinya is small, she will be the one who wants to win a Grand Slam in the future!
Uh, forgot about You Youjia, or do you want to play doubles?
"By the way, there's something I forgot to mention."
You Mo was just about to hang up the phone, when the tone on the other end of the receiver suddenly became serious. So the goods also smiled and waited patiently.
"Forget it, it's nothing, you know more about postpartum depression than I do, okay, hang up."
Hearing this, You Mo's heart suddenly chuckled!
No wonder it's like a nobody, hiding it in my heart!
At night, it was about twelve o'clock.
As soon as Jiang Xiaolan moved, the bedside lamp lit up, and the voice on the opposite side sounded softly.
"Do you want to drink water, don't move, I'll feed you."
You Mo had been lying down with his clothes and had not slept, and when he heard the movement, he immediately got up and went to the ground, and he was busy with his hands and feet.
The family persuaded for a long time but did not persuade, and finally left him and Wang Yao to take care of the mother and daughter. He didn't dare to talk about Lu Wei's words to others, he held back and pondered for almost a few hours, and the final answer was still not there.
There are personality reasons for so-called depression, but the stimulation of unexpected events often occupies a greater role. Jiang Xiaolan lost her mother at an early age, and lost her father when she was an adult, although she has made up for it now, but this time God does not fulfill people's wishes, maybe she will decide that God will make people, and everything is certain.
If you want to prevent problems before they happen, meticulous family affection is the best prescription.
Love is too short, friendship is often changeable, only the family affection engraved in the bones can resolve the endless depression in the heart.
"I know you didn't go back, forget it, I don't advise you, just sleep for a while if you can. I can do it myself, I don't need you to feed it. ā
Jiang Xiaolan stretched out her hand to take the American ginseng water with a moderate temperature, and took a small sip, with a smile on her face.
After all, it was the first child, and even if it went well, it was enough to be tiring, and she slept until midnight before she really woke up.
"I'm not sleepy, I don't think you're sleepy, let's talk." You Mo was rare to be serious from his facial expression to his heart, but as soon as he finished speaking, he squirted out with a "flutter" on the other side.
Luckily, I didn't choke.
Good for a while.
"Ah, okay, let's talk." Jiang Xiaolan didn't expect him to come for real, so there were ripples in her heart.
In the middle of the night, no one, whispering.
As soon as the mood was brewing, it was interrupted by the opening remarks of this bad scenery.
"Do you think in my heart, is the boy important, or is it you important?"
"Are you worried about this? I'm fine! Jiang Xiaolan was a little disappointed, so she frowned and turned her head.
You Mo's heart suddenly chuckled again, and he didn't slow down for a long time. (To be continued.) )