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Chapter 690 You are a loser!
Chapter 690 You are a loser!
"Recently, everyone has performed very well, so I won't name them all."
On the afternoon of May 5, Liverpool players reunited at the Melwood training base after a half-day break.
Their head coach is speaking lightheartedly:
"I would love to give you two days off, but you all know that's impossible, unless you want to collect the championship medal in your sleep."
His jokes weren't brilliant, but the players all smiled a little out of respect for the manager.
Just listen to Rogers continue:
"Is anyone already thinking about the Europa League final in two weeks? Put your hand up and let me take a look, no, good, it seems..."
He suddenly couldn't continue.
Because he saw someone raised his hand openly!
"Hey, you're the captain of the team, don't be so shameless!"
Rogers patted the tactical board "angrily", but there was nothing he could do.
The only player who raised his hand explained with a smile:
"I have won the league title, the FA Cup, the Champions League, various Super Cups, and the Club World Cup, but I have never won the Europa League. Completed a real grand slam, I'm really looking forward to that final. By the way, coach, what do you want to say?"
Rogers is most afraid of someone competing for championships and honors in front of him, because so far, he only has the most inconspicuous League Cup trophy in his hands—and he got it with Long Shute's thigh...
He suppressed the unhappiness in his heart, and shook his head slightly:
"I just want to say that everyone should focus on the league three days later. I don't want to lead you back to the painful history again. I just want to create a brighter future with you!"
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May 5 is just around the corner.
"The training session doesn't start until 10 o'clock, right? Why do you have to start so early in advance?"
Emma Watson, who flew back to England from the United States in advance, is now sitting in the co-pilot's seat, and asked a little surprised.
Although her husband is a top football superstar, she has never been a true football fan.
But being born in England, where the football culture is highly developed, she has been influenced by her ears and eyes since she was a child, and she can also imagine Liverpool, a veteran giant in decline.How enthusiastic is the desire for a league championship, it can even be called crazy.
However, in Emma's impression, Long Shute, who has experienced too many peaks, has already gotten used to this atmosphere. He has played for four teams, and he has never forgotten the training time because he is about to win a league championship.
Long Shute smiled and nodded:
"Of course the training session is at 10 o'clock, but I went out an hour early, not for training."
Emma touched her stomach:
"I seem to have gained weight recently..."
Long Shute's eyelids couldn't help but twitch.
Come on, we haven't seen each other for three months, why are you touching your belly? !
Emma pouted:
"Marriage is indeed the tomb of love..."
Long Shute almost drove his customized Mercedes-Benz into the Mersey River on the side of the road:
"What did you say?"
The little witch's eyes were filled with a touch of sadness:
"When we first met, as long as I complained about gaining weight, you would definitely comfort me, no matter how fat I became, you would love me the same... But now, you don't even raise your eyebrows! What's wrong with you ?”
Long Shute stopped the car with one foot, then lay on the steering wheel and took a deep breath:
"It's okay, I thought you were going to make me the most sympathetic king in football history..."
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Twenty minutes later, Long Shute brought his wife to the gate of the Melwood training base.
The old doorman John Brown was leading a few young staff to arrange something at the gate. When he saw Long Shute's big red sports car roaring to a stop, he hurriedly urged:
"Boys, be quicker!"
Long Shute did not drive the car directly into the base as usual, but parked on the side of the road and walked out alone.
"Captain Long!"
"It's him, it's him!"
"My God! He's smiling at me!"
"Captain Dragon! I love you!"
"I want to give birth to you a little dragon!"
Outside the training base today, at least five or six hundred fans gathered, which was almost four times the usual number.
After all, this is just a training base. Liverpool doesn't have many permanent residents. This kind of training ground that needs enough land will not be built in a densely populated downtown area. It would be great if there are dozens of fans around for a general training session. up.
"I think you might need this thing?"
John Brown handed the miniature microphone prepared in advance to Long Shute who was walking towards him.
Long Shute smiled, and did not refuse the old guard's kindness.
He called Brown in advance and informed him to temporarily arrange a simple small venue outside the training base.
Since it is already summer, there are mainly tables, chairs, benches, and dozens of parasols.
"I was actually a little bit surprised to see how many fans gathered here."
Long Shute's voice echoed in the open space through the microphone:
"It's eight hours before we lift our 19th top-flight title.
There are still 19 hours before the 8 Premier League teams cry bitterly.
But I wanted to do a little personal autograph session 8 hours early, right here in Melwood.
The club has printed commemorative jerseys for the 2016 league championship, and I brought 20 of them here, each of which was signed.After a while, it will be given to twenty fans at the scene by random throwing.Of course, if someone doesn't like my autograph, you can return it to me and appoint another team member to sign it for you, haha..."
Long Shute smiled humorously.
As the captain of the Red Army, how could someone not like his autograph?
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In the next half an hour, the captain of the Red Army who came to the training base in advance really signed the names of the fans for 30 minutes under the parasol!
Then I personally gave away 20 free commemorative jerseys, more than 100 fan jerseys, and 10 Ssangyong special and Adidas crazy dragon boots!
The market value of these gifts... no matter what, it should be more than 10000 pounds!
When Long Shute gave the last pair of combat boots to a boy under 10 years old, he just saw the head coach's car driving slowly.
The car window was rolled down, and Rogers frowned and looked around, with a very serious expression:
"Do you think you are a singer who sells CDs? We haven't officially won the league championship yet, so you just relax. Even if you are the team captain and the absolute core, as the head coach, I must criticize you..."
He was about to muster up the courage to spray Long Shute so that he would "get back from the wrong way" and respect his authority again, but a little girl who had just snatched the jersey lay on his car window:
"Brendan, Brendan, can you sign me?"
"Of course, honey."
Looking at this cute little girl, Rogers temporarily ignored his captain. He touched the little girl's head with a smile on his face, and signed his name.
The little girl looked at him happily, and then asked:
"Brendan, Brendan, can we win the championship this afternoon?"
Rogers gave her a thumbs up without thinking:
"Of course! 100%! I promise! Will you cheer us on in front of the TV?"
"Wow!"
The little girl stood on her tiptoes, gave the round-faced man a strong kiss, and then ran back to her father clutching her jersey:
"Daddy, we are the champions!"
Rogers was still intoxicated by the sweet kiss of the six-year-old Lolita, but he found that Long Shute's eyes were full of smiles.
The captain of the Red Army pressed the roof of the car with one hand, and asked with a smile:
"Brendan, Brendan, by the way, you just seemed to say... what are you criticizing me for?"
Rogers swallowed, and answered him with difficulty:
"It's nothing, by the way, I want to criticize you, why don't you invite me to hold such a showy event like the championship autograph session?!
Don't you think, I'm the best head coach for you? !
Under the leadership of you and me, Liverpool will definitely dominate England again!
Oh no, it's the whole football world!
Let the whole world tremble under our feet!
We are invincible ahead! "
(End of this chapter)