Chapter 84: What kind of hero

The company has set up a venting room, in which the portraits of the leaders are placed, and employees who have opinions can vent inside. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biqugeใ€‚ info On this day, the manager walked in and saw that his portrait was intact, while the other leaders were caught with a lot of holes and a happy face. The manager said: The portraits of other leaders have not had time to be changed, yours has been changed three times!

No one expected that the two teams that were so anxious in the first half of the battle would perform a massacre together in the second half.

Of course, Everton would not have been so risky at the start of the second half if they had known that such a result would have happened.

Football matches are often like this, the mood of the two sides determines the disparity of the score, and the real strength comparison takes a back seat.

Arsenal's late first-half goal had already ignited morale to a boiling point, but Everton still remembered their first 45 minutes of highlights, believing that their opponents had only luckily taken the lead. As a result, as soon as the second half came up, both sides spread out to play against each other, and the score had become 2:0 in a few rounds.

It was Bergkamp who scored the goal, and it wasn't fancy, just a simple overhead triangle cross that slid into the far post and into the net.

As soon as the goal was lost, the Everton team immediately sat on the wax.

It stands to reason that there are still 40 minutes left in the game, and it is not a big deal to fall behind 0:2, just try to get it back. But in the first half, they all lost one when they played at a super level, and now they lost another one in the desperate attack, how should they play next?

If you play away, it's just a matter of recycling, continue to fight against it, and you won't be afraid of losing face if the scene is ugly. But now the more than 40,000 spectators in the stadium are still looking forward to it, and they haven't stopped cheering them after falling behind 0:2, and even in their hearts, they are still nostalgic for the pleasure brought by the opponent's big open and close attack.

In this way, you can only mistake the wrong.

The results can be imagined.

However, what was somewhat surprising was that the remaining 40 minutes turned into Anelka's solo show.

The Frenchman scored a goal each in the 58th, 69th and 73rd minutes to help the team win 5-1 away.

Each of the three goals had its own characteristics, all of them beautiful, and if you put aside the context of the game, Anelka's performance in these 40 minutes was absolutely world-top.

Compared to his performance some time ago, this hat-trick appeared without warning, but in fact, the Frenchman has always been known for his high talent and all-round ability, and these three goals are only a direct reflection of the heat of form, and there is no leap forward in the first game. And the help given by teammates is undoubtedly huge, and the cooperation of opponents is also indispensable.

In contrast, after breaking the deadlock, Yumo did not continue to perform well, and was substituted after 65 minutes, it is obviously a bit dwarfed.

However, after the heroic feat was released, this product is now a celebrity in the eyes of the media, and has been unanimously recognized by the highest officials and nobles and even the common people off the field. The performance of scoring goals in this game was naturally unsatisfactory, so in the media reports the next day, the two obviously did not play at the same level and were forced to equalize, as if it had become an evenly matched contest.

In addition, the aftermath of the rescue incident is still there, and there are all-round introductions about this guy in the follow-up reports, and I can't wait to make him a national idol overnight.

Anelka was originally a popular student at Arsenal, and his private life and various remarks were originally a favorite of the media, but now this situation has a bit of a thing of the past.

The two are in different positions, and the characteristics are that they can't hit a piece with eight poles, which is obviously a bit far-fetched when put together, in fact, this kind of comment is actually a lively picture, and it has no value in the eyes of insiders.

But someone takes it seriously.

On the direct plane from London to Istanbul, Yumo sat next to Ljungberg, and the two were talking.

Anelka left his seat and half-leaned back across from each other, smiling.

Bergkamp was absent on the long trip due to fear of flying, and Ovemas was confirmed to be out for two to three weeks after the game, leaving the dressing room in a situation where the English and the French were in a parity.

Jumo and Ljungberg are now in their own right, and the two have had a good relationship with the English, but now they are only at a good stage, and there is no further progress between them.

The French are naturally reluctant to watch the two guys become more and more important in the dressing room, but at the moment, the opponent is in the limelight, and a head-on confrontation seems quite risky.

Of course, for the unscrupulous bad boy, as long as he touches the sore spot like a scale, nothing else matters.

"Hey, you've been in the limelight lately?" Anelka waited for a long time to see the other party's gaze turned, so he took the initiative.

"yes, envy?"

You Mo opened his mouth to answer and coughed loudly within a range of more than ten square meters.

You guy, can you not be so direct?

"You ......" Anelka paused for a moment, turned his head to glance at the state of his teammates, and suddenly burst out of breath.

The English laughed unscrupulously, and the French endured it very hard.

But fortunately, his purpose was to provoke, and now although the opponent has taken the initiative, the smell of gunpowder has been ignited, and there is no obstacle to his next plan.

"Envy? Why should I envy you? โ€

"Don't envy you for asking that?" Yumo was still circling around, turning his head to admire Wiltord who couldn't help but laugh out loud.

This dude converted to the Cult of the Big-Headed God after the race, and now he only needs the courage to confront his compatriots head-on.

"You...... Sylvain, do you have a bad memory and need me to remind you of something? Anelka choked enough, and wanted to refute but was really speechless, so he could only vent his anger on the innocent guy.

The effect was still good, Wiltord obviously remembered something, his face darkened, and he buried himself in studying the magazine in his hand.

"Frederick, I heard that you have a good memory, how is your Chinese learning?" Yu Mo turned his head decisively, and put his elbow on Ljungberg's shoulder, looking for trouble with the guy who was watching the show.

The Swedes are now like a follower on and off the field, and learning Chinese is regarded as a top priority, and from time to time a sentence is dragged out to scare people. He may have been silent on this occasion before, but now he doesn't take it seriously at all.

"Oh, then I'll say it." Mud howl, how many dishes to eat, supper? โ€™โ€

"Big brother, did you ask someone how many dishes they had for dinner when you met?" You Mo felt a pain in his eyes, and he was a little desperate for this guy's language talent.

"Hey, what's the problem? Oh, isn't it too straightforward! 'Mud howl, have you eaten, supper?' Ljungberg was obviously not as good as he thought, and his head spun around and immediately slipped away.

"Not bad, not bad." You Mo immediately smiled, and while turning his head to appreciate the opponent's expression, he still didn't forget to teach people tirelessly, "Dinner, dinner, dinner!" โ€

Anelka was so angry that her neck was full of green tendons.

He made it clear that he was going to stir up trouble, and as soon as his fake gesture was put on, the other party's first sentence made his purpose clear. That's not all, after a few words of confrontation, the two sides made a judgment not to mention, and the contrast was too stark.

The guy who follows him needs to be reminded at all times to maintain a consistent attitude, and the guy who follows the other party seems to have an equal status and a close relationship. Although the French are not as good-looking as the English, this kind of dismantling of the opposite side in front of them is really hard to swallow.

"Looks like he needs someone to teach him some dressing room rules. Do you say yes, Emmanuel? โ€

Petit is one of the few guys with ugly faces, and it is natural to listen to this.

"That's right, young people nowadays are too fond of being in the limelight, and a little lesson is more conducive to growth."

As soon as these words came out, the originally lively scene suddenly became a little cold. The timid ones had shifted their gaze, leaving only their ears to keep their attention, and the bolder ones had closed their mouths at the right time, but their eyes turned to the expressionless Adams from time to time.

Although Petit can't play the main team now, the locker room status has always been in the top three, except for the captain Adams, who is the boss who can't be beaten, he and several other old guys are basically equal. With the Dutch out of the game now in the run, the consequences are obvious if the French make a fuss at this time.

To be honest, even though You Mo seems to have taken the initiative to throw an olive branch, the Englishman, who has always been arrogant and critical, still feels that he is not sincere enough. In particular, his free man style of play that he insisted on from beginning to end, and his recent practice of becoming a king of his own self, made them feel that their prestige had been damaged and that there was no order in the dressing room.

The matter in front of him was obviously Anelka's provocation first, and even if Yumo's counterattack was full of gunpowder, the confrontation between the two sides remained within an acceptable range. For the boss of the team, this kind of quarrel is either ignored or played fifty boards each. But then the French moved in to rescue the attitude of the obvious and full weight, so if the dressing room veterans led by Adams continue to ignore it, it means that they are ready to use the newcomer as a sacrifice and continue to maintain the fragile balance before.

Sure enough, only Bald moved his mouth among the five old defenders, and in the end there was still no sound.

Anelka had obviously expected this, and the smile on his face was brighter than ever, and he turned his head, approached Yumo's location, and reached out to pat him on the shoulder.

"How's it going, do you understand your situation?"

Hearing this, You Mo didn't react yet, and Ljungberg's face was difficult to look at first.

There is no shortage of veterans bullying newcomers on any team, and this situation is not surprising. What really made it difficult for the Swedes to accept was the inaction of the English.

The overall situation is paid lip service, but what is concealed is actually confusing black and white and reversing right and wrong.

"Understood. Tell me, what kind of lesson are you going to teach me? โ€

You Mo's expression was still calm, and his tone was so flat that people couldn't detect the smell of gunpowder, but as soon as these words came out, the eyes of the guys who were clear suddenly widened.

The previous sentence "understood" apparently meant that he recognized the position of the English and drew a clear line. The latter sentence "What kind of lesson are you going to teach me" is obviously planning to declare war directly with the French gang!

"What kind of lessons? Hey hey ......"

Anelka's words had not yet been finished when he was interrupted by an angry shout.

"Shut up!"

It was Adams who made the sound, his face pale.

Although the voice that Ljungberg had been waiting for had been heard, everyone knew it.

Things are different now.

People are like this, in the delicate relationship between each other, if you don't open your mouth to help when you should speak, then no matter how much you make up for it afterwards, the rift will be there forever!

Sincerity is always the most crucial element in communication, and this kind of thing can be very useful for unprincipled guys, and it is impossible for arrogant top players to buy it.

This is known as a first impression, and it can often last for many years, or even a lifetime.

To be able to gain a foothold in this team, everyone here has a high IQ, and it is obviously not just the guys who empathize with the parties who can think of this.

David Pratt, who had been watching coldly, couldn't hold back, and when everyone was silent, he coughed lightly and said: "Mo, the situation is not what you think, this is England, even if the French are a little arrogant, they will not let you suffer out of thin air." โ€

Hearing this, Anelka immediately raised her neck and was full of anger, but before she could say anything, she was stopped by a look from Petit.

Obviously, Pratt's words will not be accepted by all English.

As the captain, Adams chose to put the big picture first, even if he had an opinion about the French, and if it weren't for that, Anelka had already stopped it when he moved the troops to the rescue. Pratt's efforts to salvage the image of the English clearly had the potential to further exacerbate the conflict between Britain and France, and the veterans of the dressing room, who consciously endured the humiliation, did not accept this approach.

"David, forget about the past, everyone has a young age, and it is indeed not a bad thing to suffer a little."

Bald and Pratt had a good personal relationship, and the sound at this time was both intended to calm things and emphasize the attitude of the English.

Unlike Adams, Bรถrd's knowledge of team management has been approved by Arsene Wenger, and now he is now developing in the direction of assistant coach.

It's not easy to do that, and he's exemplary, in addition to his dedication on the pitch, his private life is exemplary. That is, because of the consistent style of self-cleanliness, You Mo's type of guy left a bad impression on him, especially the fact that he fooled around with Pratt made his opinion clear, and in his opinion, both sides needed to teach a lesson to this kind of thing.

Of course, like the captain, he also had a headache about how to give the French some color while taking into account the big picture.

"yes, they're all going to have to suffer."

In the end, Yumo's answer left everyone a little speechless.

Aren't you very hard-hearted, why did you soften in the end?

Don't you see the attitude of the English people clearly, why do you expect them to help you out?

Isn't it fearless and daring to declare war in person, why do you still admit that you will suffer?

With these questions, almost everyone looked at him with some disdain.

With the exception, of course, Ljungberg and Wiltord.

The latter didn't know what handle was in Anelka's hands, and now he wanted to shrink his head to the end, so he naturally had no intention of asking anything. (To be continued.) )