Chapter 2 Foxes, Hop Ship

"Foxes, I'm here for you, you know?"

"Old Peter, my sexual orientation is very orthodox, although I have been in the UK for 9 months, and I prefer British humanities, history, including football, but it does not mean that I can accept a 50-year-old partner. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Old Peter, I'm very sorry, but please forgive me for being blunt, or your daughter would be very interested in saying that to me."

"Oh mygod, you bad boy, what kind of thoughts are you in your head."

"Allow me to elaborate on my intentions."

"I'm Leicester City Football Club manager Peter Taylor, and you're the biggest contributor to Leicester's University League title, Foxes.

"I really can't imagine that a stinky boy from a country with a lonely football is only 24 years old, how can he lead a bunch of docile sheep to win the championship, so I came for you."

"Foxes, I'm here for knowledge, please understand the feelings of an old man who wants the truth."

"Haha, old Peter, you freak me out."

After Hu Li finished speaking, he put his left hand around Old Peter's neck and laughed.

Hu Li hugged Old Peter and sat on the lawn, looked directly at Old Peter, and solemnly stretched out his hands to hold Peter Taylor: "Mr. Peter Taylor, Leicester City has had an unfavorable start to the season this year, the league has been 9 rounds, 1 win, 1 draw and 7 losses, scored 8 goals, conceded 19 goals and accumulated 4 points at the bottom, it seems that if you lose the next round of the league, your old man's England U-21 national team will not be able to keep your position." ”

"Yes, since last year's 1-3 loss to Red Star Belgrade in the League Cup, the team's results have plummeted, morale is getting worse and worse, this year's transfer has gone three main players, and the new transfer players can't adapt to the team's tactics, so it's no wonder that they can have good results."

"Old Peter, although you are telling the truth, it is still your responsibility that the team cannot produce results, do you say yes?"

"Hey." Old Peter sighed helplessly.

"Peter, football is simple, it's complicated, it's complicated, like our school's football team, it's so easy to get this team to win, just tell those kids what they play football for, what they can get. But if Leicester City does the same, then it would be a miracle that Leicester City are not relegated. What Leicester City needs now is morale, what is needed is blood, what is needed is your head to shelter those children, you see what those media reporters are writing now, they all write Leicester City's 11 players as 11 Lineker. No wonder 'Old Jason' scolds us every night for being a bunch of girls kicking flower balls. ”

"I know all of this, but don't you want that technique? Without forming tactics, how to attack and defend? Old Peter said excitedly.

"Mr. Peter Taylor, your team won't even be on the road right now, do you want them to run, realistic? The most important problem for the team now is morale, and without morale, everything in the team is empty talk. The best way to solve morale is to use the '36 strategies' of my Chinese soldiers' family's 'creating something out of nothing, pointing at Sang and scolding Huai, and beauties', I dare to guarantee that in less than a week, the morale of your old players will be as howling as a wolf cub. ”

Foxes, you jump ship, Jason's Restaurant is only £15 for 3 hours, and I'm willing to hire you for 50 times my salary.