When Hu Li was about to go to sleep, the mobile phone suddenly rang, and a shocking news made Hu Li's head bigger, it turned out to be the team doctor Allen called, saying that he had to drink too much with his old friend, and met a driver who drank too much when passing through the intersection, Old Peter was in a car accident, the injury was not light, three ribs were broken, and his left leg was fractured, Old Peter kept crying and asked you to go to the hospital, saying that there was something important to explain to you. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

When Hu Li arrived at the hospital, club president John Rafa and general manager Rice also arrived at the hospital. Old Peter cried and chattered, and he was sad to the effect that he couldn't lead the team tomorrow, and he was sorry for the club and the fans. Old Peter's cry was so miserable that it was sad for those who heard it and weeping for those who heard it.

When Hu Li entered the ward, Old Peter's eyes were like those of a prisoner who had been in prison for 5 years, and he saw a beautiful girl. "Mr. President, I think tomorrow's game will be conducted by Foxes."

"Peter Taylor, are you crazy that Foxes has been at the club for less than 15 days and you dare to let him take charge of the Premier League?" Rice said angrily.

"Mr. President, Manager Rice, don't look at Foxes has only been at the club for ten days, but you can also see that Foxes has basically integrated the team, and judging from the training scene, Foxes is sure that he can shock these boys, and it is impossible for Fox and John to complete tomorrow's task."

John Rafa recalled the situation on the scene yesterday, indeed, tomorrow Foxes to lead the team and command the scene is the most suitable person, but in case of failure, who will carry this black cauldron, and then lose will be 8 consecutive defeats, to create a Premier League losing streak record.

Rice saw John Rafa hesitating, and immediately understood John Rafa's thoughts, or said that traitors are all very smart, "Mr. President, look at this, tomorrow Foxes will lead the team, win the best, if you lose, you will directly expel Peter Taylor and Foxes from the club, after all, this 8 consecutive defeats need someone to take responsibility." ”

John Rafa did not speak, as a businessman, he was shrewd, he would never directly offend someone for the sake of profit, but as far as possible to minimize the uncertainty caused by the divergence of interests. His eyes looked at Hu Li gently.

For Hu Li, there are no opportunities or opportunities, and professional football has never been the career he expected. But Hu Li just can't get used to Rice's villainous appearance, as if he has settled on himself, Hu Li is very young, only 24 years old this year, and he is the most impulsive age. For the love of old Peter, for the disgusting appearance of Rice's grandson, Hu Li decided.

"Old Peter, you believe me, I can feel it, for you, I took this job, if you lose, let's get out of here, can you stand it?"

"There's no problem, if you lose, you lose, there's nothing you can't do, just sorry Mr. President."

"Peter, since you insist, let Foxes lead the team tomorrow." John Rafa agrees that this is not the way to go.

And Rice on the side is excited, tomorrow's game in his eyes, Leicester City will not be able to defeat Birmingham at all, the reason is very simple, Leicester City is now a mess of bad luck, don't lose sorry God.

It was from this moment that Old Peter followed Hu Li to fight in football, trained and discovered a large number of young talents, and made immeasurable contributions to changing the pattern of world football.