In the middle of the night, there were not many customers in Sander's bar, and Aldrich, who had occupied the billiard table all night, put down their wine glasses, sat directly on the pool table and smoked and chatted, talking about a basket of foolish things in their childhood, and everyone laughed at each other so that tears welled up in their eyes.

'How did you become a manager? Now that your family is so rich, you just need to hire a head coach. ”

Brady let out a puff of smoke and looked at Aldrich, who was sitting across from him, with a smirk.

"Heh, didn't he want to be a head coach since he was a child? What's so strange about this. ”

Evan sat next to Aldrich, his delicate little face was flushed, and his pouts were quite touching.

"How is that the same? As a child, his family couldn't afford to buy a team. ”

Fred said rightly.

Aldridge didn't answer this question, everyone has their own ambitions, and he sometimes can't understand other people's choices, such as in the football circle, Cantona's retirement, David Beckham's early departure from the mainstream league, and the degeneration of countless young stars, etc., is it just money? It's hard to have a layman's explanation for all the reasons for this.

Therefore, Aldrich doesn't plan to explain anything, when he has no money, he wants to get rich, and when he really has money to eat and wear, those ethereal ideals and ambitions reverberate in his mind.

When the bar was about to close, suddenly six or seven middle-aged men pushed open the door of the bar, and they walked in and sat down directly in front of the bar, Sander waved the guys away, and he himself took the glasses out and poured them drinks one by one.

Aldrich overheard the group sitting at the bar with colors on their faces, but they didn't care, drinking and laughing, and unscrupulously telling their previous deeds.

After listening for a while, Aldridge probably understood that they had blocked a few lone Derby County fans in the alley after the Millwall game in the afternoon.

The man sitting in the middle was obviously their leader, dressed in ordinary clothes, not very burly, but his appearance gave people a feminine and fierce feeling, and a pair of eyes stared at people as if they were cold.

Drinking and smoking, the group got up and walked towards the billiard table, and the leader saw Brady and greeted them casually.

It's like an elder meeting a junior.

Aldrich jumped off the pool table, put on his suit and walked out, followed by the other friends.

As he passed by the group, Aldrich was suddenly grabbed by the arm, and it was the leader of the group.

He looked Aldrich up and down, Aldrich pulled back his arm fiercely, and the other party smiled in surprise: "Oh, boy, don't get excited." You seem to be Aldrich Hall, right? ”

Aldrich replied with a cold face: "I am Aldrich, if you touch me again, I will break your hands." ”

The middle-aged strong man raised his hands exaggeratedly and teased at his friend: "Oh, he's so nervous, like we're going to rape him, hahaha." ”

None of his friends around him expected Aldrich to react so much, and even said threatening words.

"Hey, Pock, forget it."

Brady saw that the atmosphere became tense, especially Aldrich's face was as cold as ice, and his eyes were very unkind to stare at the man opposite, and there would be some unpleasant conflict if he didn't make trouble, so he stood up and wanted to mediate.

Aldrich reached out to stop Brady, who knew who the man across the road was.

Organizer of BushWackers, Polker-Greer.

Aldridge doesn't have any affection for football hooligans, or rather, no one with a normal and stable life wants to have anything to do with hooligans.

Pork lit a cigarette and smiled casually, and said to Aldrich, "Hey, boy, I'm glad you took over Millwall, you've been doing a good job lately, keep up the good work." ”

He really looked like an elder encouraging a junior, Aldrich was disgusted and disgusted, and sneered: "I think I will be happier if you don't use Millwall's banner to be a traitor outside." ”

Hearing Aldrich's words, Pock's face turned a little colder, and he said lightly: "Aldrich, I am not your enemy, we met for the first time, why are you full of hostility towards me?" My father was a Millwall fan, and so was I, how old are you? But take over the club for three months, don't be too presumptuous. ”

Aldridge didn't bother to talk to him, and sneered: "I tell you, Millwall Club is mine now, I can make it soar into the sky, or I can make it disappear from London, but that's all my will, you?" What are you? I don't care if you're a fan or not, but if you smear Millwall and cause damage to my property, not only can I get you out of East London, I can even send you to jail with my own hands, Pock Greer, who do you think you're talking to? It's easier for the Hall family to pinch you to death than it is to trample an ant to death! Not only are we rich, but we used to live here, street hooligans, can you afford it? Clown! ”

Aldrich slung his suit over his shoulders and turned to leave.

Pock-Greer, who is in his forties, and his companions all have dumbfounded expressions.

Polk reflexively grabbed Aldrich's arm, not intending to let him leave like that.

But the next second.

Aldrich grabbed the bottle on the table next to him and smashed it on Pock's head with his backhand!

"Are you deaf? Can't you hear what I just said? You scumbag, don't get my clothes dirty! ”

Aldrich not only smashed a wine bottle directly on Bock's head, but also grabbed him by the neck with one hand and dragged him in front of him, the two were less than ten centimeters apart, Aldrich's handsome face was cold, and he roared aggressively and in a low voice.

Polk was hit the head by the wine bottle, and his thinking was a little confused, and he was stunned for a moment.

Aldrich roared like a majestic beast before his eyes.

"Pork-Greer! Fu－ck！ Do you have any brains? You have children, you have a wife, you can be a jobless homeless, but do you want your wife to lose her job? Do you want the police to stare you to death day and night? Do you think I'm a thug? Do you dare to fight me back? As long as you dare, go to court and file a lawsuit, I will bankrupt you! Or do you want to hack me? Fu－ck！ The Hall family will take revenge on your entire family! Pock Greer, you're done, your life is over, but you think about your family, your own children, don't let them be poor, don't let your children become the scum of society like you! Listen to the and don't let me see you again! Roll me as far as I can. ”

Aldridge's face suddenly calmed down after he snarled, and he easily opened the sluggish Polk, then slowly straightened the crumpled T-shirt for Polk, and then turned and walked towards the bar door.

The people behind Polk rushed up, but Polk reached out to block them, he closed his eyes and shook his head slightly, with a complicated expression.

As Aldridge said, football hooligans like them would not dare to speak out to those rich families.

Not to mention that they only have a pair of fists, rich and powerful people can crucify them as long as they go through formal legal channels.

Brady, Fred, Evan and the others opened their mouths slightly, and they watched Aldridge just now with a bang, they had never seen Aldridge so fierce.

Who is Pock?

That's a fierce man with a group of BushWackers hooligans to beat and smash!

Aldrich actually smashed a wine bottle on the other party's head!

When he followed Aldrich out of the bar in a daze, Brady didn't know what was going on in his head, wondering if Bock's head was hard enough? Or is the wine bottle too brittle?

Anyway, the other party's head didn't bleed

Under the vast moonlight, Aldrich put the collar of his suit on his shoulder with one hand and a cigarette in the other, and walked towards the eastern suburbs with a heavy heart, Evan followed behind him with his hands behind his back, and a pair of big eyes swept his back from time to time.

Aldridge was very helpless, it is an indisputable fact that English football clubs rely on the community, and the future Wimbledon is a typical example, the team moved away from the old community, and the fans did not die and live, but formed a new team: AFC Wimbledon, even if it was from the seventh division.

In the nearly 10 years since Margaret Thatcher ordered the crackdown on football hooligans and the elimination of the football environment, the results have been remarkable.

However, it was the league level Millwall that gave BushWackers a gap to survive.

The fight against football hooligans is also carried out according to the league level, especially after the establishment of the Premier League, this league with a corporate nature for commercial interests, naturally does not want football hooligans to ruin the brand value of the Premier League, but there are so many British police, and the British games are concentrated on weekends, more than eighty percent of the games are still played at the same time period, it is conceivable that on the day of the match, most of the police will be sent to maintain the order of the Premier League team's games.

Therefore, the first to be severely beaten are the football hooligans of the Premier League teams, and further down, it will be the English League.

But London is a place with many teams, and there are many London teams in the Premier League alone, such as Chelsea, Tottenham, Arsenal, West Ham United, Crystal Palace, Queens Park Rangers, and Wimbledon.

The London police force is struggling to maintain these games, and if it is a derby-like game, I am afraid that the police will have to be drawn from elsewhere to support, in this context, Millwall is playing in League One, and even if football hooligans still exist, the London police are more than willing to do it.

Suddenly stopped, Aldridge was a little tired, he came to the river embankment and sat down, and secretly said in his heart: I must be promoted to the Premier League next year!

PS: Thanks for the "take off the slippers" tip!