Chapter 17: You guys are shit!

Xiu'an United ranked in the middle of last season's Premier League. The team has no stars. It can be said that they can stay in the Premier League. The main reason is that their team of "blue-collar fighters" cooperate with them all year round. The offense and defense are not balanced. In the league, the games that are lost are almost the same, and the games that are won are also taken down, with an average of 1.5 goals per game.
And their head coach Peter Dawson is the coach after the team retires.
I can't see any outstanding characteristics from this team, it can be regarded as a role to spend time with the prince reading.
As an opponent of the opener, Peter still has some investigations and understanding of Millwall. From Millwall’s large investment in pound sterling in the summer to the introduction of Aldridge in the tabloid yesterday, Peter was most impressed by the sentence: Mill Wall's young boss only hopes that the team can stay in the Premier League after investing heavily in the summer.
Peter feels that Aldridge is a self-knowledge guy who knows that he should be a pragmatic first in the Premier League, but he despises this kind of non-English football orthodox coach.
Although Aldridge has a coaching qualification certificate, it is not strictly trained in the English football field. In addition, he has not played before, which in the view of other coaches is typical of laymen.
Peter and his assistant talked casually about the team's signing goal. It was more than half a month before the transfer window closed. Xiu'an United tried to rent some players who could not play the game with big teams. Xiu'an was not a big ball. Yes, the players on the team are all long-term players. Their strength is average, just like the lives of the poor: three years old and three years old.
The annual transfer period is when such a small team "sews up".
When Peter saw his assistant shut his mouth and did not speak, he looked behind him with a weird expression. Peter, who was tall and quite in line with the image of a typical British middle-aged man, frowned and turned back. When he saw the suit and leather dress, he looked like a stock broker. Delic.
With a soft smile on his face, Aldrich extended his right hand and said softly: "Hello..."
Before he greeted him, he was interrupted by Peter.
"Who the are you doing? What are you doing?"
Of course Peter knew that the person in front of him was Millwall's head coach, but he just wanted to give this young guy who had no football at all a chance.
Aldridge was slightly stunned. He didn't expect the other person's temper to be so bad, and he slammed up when he came up.
Reminiscing that Peter and his assistant were talking, Aldridge thought he had been misunderstood to eavesdrop, so he kept smiling and said, "My name is Aldridge, it is Millwall..."
While saying this, Aldridge's right hand extended still stopped in front of Peter, but he was interrupted mercilessly again.
Peter frowned and pointedly pointed at the home coach's seat. "I know who you are. Now you can go back to your coach seat and stay there. Don't bother me. Do you understand football? I think it's open." What about the party? Girly came over and talked up? Idiot!"
Aldridge's expression froze. At this moment, he could see the players and coaches of Xiu'an Allianz in the guest team sitting on the chair and showed a joke look.
The stands at the Lion’s Cave Stadium also fell silent. Fans watched Aldridge ascending to the visiting coach’s bench and reaching out to the opposing coach, and then his right hand was always in front of him. The opposing coach had no intention of shaking hands. And he said aloud to Aldridge.
what happened?
Aldridge recovered in less than two seconds. Instead of retracting his right hand, he lifted his right finger to Peter’s nose and responded loudly with a disdainful tone.
"Who the do you think you are? Lao Tzu is here to say hello to you. If it's not the first game in the league, Lao Tzu doesn't care which hot dungeon you are in! That shit! You are shit! And your team is shit! Fuck shit!"
Aldridge knew he couldn't turn around and return to the coach's coach seat. In that case, he would be finished, not only would the opponent's arrogance rise, even Millwall fans would despise him as the coach.
Peter obviously didn't expect that the hairy kid in front of him would dare to point at his nose and scold the mother. After a moment of surprise, he looked like a furious beast and rushed towards Aldridge. Fortunately, he was hugged by the helpless assistant behind him.
When I saw Peter wanting to do it, Aldridge was also struggling with his sleeves to dry up. His heart was rather helpless: I came to say hello, let's just say a few words. Why humiliate me?
Whether Peter is out of Qiu Fu or jealous of Aldridge's handsome looks, or is set up with an old coach, one inexplicable conflict is on the way.
Aldridge just reprimanded the Allianz coach and team as shit, the lion’s court is small, and the fans in the stands behind the coach seat heard it clearly.
At this time, when I saw Aldridge's sleeves going up to break the punch, without taking a step back, the aggressive look could excite Millwall fans.
"Shit! You guys are shit!"
The fans behind the coaches waved their arms and scolded at Xiu'an Allianz, making Aldridge's voice grow stronger.
Aldridge didn't want to do anything at all, but now he was in a difficult position to ride a tiger. Fortunately, Jenson rushed from the home coach's seat and several coaches to hug Aldridge and opened the distance between him and Peter.
The head coaches of both teams don't seem to be gentlemen. Peter and Aldridge are held by their respective people, and they both scold each other with their teeth open.
"Boy, you come, I'll beat you to death!"
"Idiot! You shit, you're dirty with my hands!"
Peter exploded and said without thinking: "We are shit, if you lose, it proves that you are not even shit!"
Aldridge was stunned!
Even the fans in the stands stopped screaming. They looked at each other, and everyone was reminiscing about the meaning of the coach of the Allianz League.
Suddenly, Aldridge stopped pulling away from Jenson and started to sort out his suit with a big laugh. He said loudly, "Someone really admits that he is shit? Hahahaha, it seems that it's not just stinky shit, but it's not Shit in the brain!"
Hahahahaha...
The fans in the stands laughed back and forth, Peter trembling, an old face suffocated red, as if it would explode at any time.
Aldridge saw the referees of the referee team trotting towards this side. He quickly organized his suit, waved a wave of cheers at the fans in the stands, and headed toward the coach of the home team.
Behind him, Peter was still chattering, the referee came up to ask about the incident and warned Peter Dawson, and Aldridge had walked to the turf in front of the coach of the home team.
"Did you deliberately just now? Provoking the opposing coach?"
Both Jenson and the other coaches were confused. They were the first time they saw the two head coaches meet for the first time and the game almost caused a conflict before the game started.
Aldridge whispered calmly: "I just went in the wrong direction, the one over there didn't give me face lessons, I can only follow him, but it's straight, I think this game will be very interesting."
Jenson smiled bitterly and returned to the coach seat to sit down and whisper with other coaches. The members of the coaching staff stared at Aldridge's back with surprise eyes.
At this time, the referee trot to Aldridge to warn Aldridge not to provoke opponents again. Aldridge nodded indifferently, then glanced lightly at the visiting team's bench and found that Peter Dawson was still glaring at him. .
Aldridge's lips moved slightly, as if to himself.
Although Peter could not hear what Aldridge said, the contempt was written on his face, his lips moved a few times, and it was easy to be interpreted.
"Fuck shit!"
Peter was so angry that he couldn't rush to give Aldridge two punches.
When the players of the two teams came out of the player's channel in an orderly manner, the head coaches of both the host and the guest stood on the sidelines, Aldridge opened his suit jacket and put his hands in his pockets, and his face was expressionless. The captain of Allianz called to the front, and he told me that he didn't know what he had told him. In short, he looked at his vicious expression as if he wanted to eat people.
The referee whistled and the game began.
Aldridge saw the players of the Allianz League from the first minute of the game as if they were playing hormones bravely, and suddenly showed a faint smile.
In fact, he thanked Peter in his heart. With the previous farce, his nervous heart calmed down completely. Now, he has the confidence to win the first game!