Aldridge was standing on the sidelines from before the game began, just standing with his hands in his pockets and watching the game.

He wants to show an attitude, a seriousness to the game.

The players on the field are also accustomed to Aldrich's posture, as if they are invisibly watched by a solemn deity, and any laziness or distraction will have nowhere to hide, and they must devote themselves to the field.

After the start of the game, Millwall and Middlesbrough did not immediately open up the attacking momentum, the ball was running back and forth in their respective backfields for most of the time, and the pace of the game seemed a little slow, and it seemed that this game would not burst out with too much passion.

A few minutes later, Aldridge frowned slightly, and several attacks organized by Millwall were defused by the Middlesbrough defence, which had a clear advantage in numbers and experience.

Aldridge pondered in his heart: Middlesbrough played so conservatively, did they want a draw?

At this moment, Aldridge has some thoughts of taking his own way, replacing him with Brian Robson, facing this set of cards in his hand, against Millwall, who has good offensive firepower, should be satisfied to get a draw, not to mention that this tactical formation is more defensive.

Simply relying on the previous wing attack routine to break through Middlesbrough's defense, Aldridge felt a little difficult, whether it was Pire or Schneider, even if he broke through the defense of the full-backs and found a flaw on the side, the opponent had three central defenders, and the deployment in the penalty area could freeze Millwall's double striker.

Taking advantage of a boundary kick, Aldridge shouted at the frontcourt players on the sidelines, and when they all turned their heads to look at them, Aldridge gestured, nodded his head with two fingers, and then made a separate motion, and then the two fists hit each other.

The attacking quartet nodded towards Aldridge, indicating that they understood what to do next.

Brian Robson looked slightly odd in front of the home team's dugout.

He had the illusion that Aldrich had a calculating temperament.

Millwall dominated the opening kick-off, and while it wasn't obvious, it was clear that the football was at their feet for more time.

Ambushed by the two strikers at the edge of the box, Larsson and Trezeguet, continued to retreat, and after a central link with Pire, Larsson and Trezeguet respectively cut forward to the ribs on either side of the box, which caused the Middlesbrough centre-backs to follow immediately.

Seeing this scene, Brian Robson on the sidelines screamed badly.

It is clear that there is only one centre-back left in the middle of the Middlesbrough penalty area, Nigel Pearson.

Durek White and Steve Weeks were both taken away by Larson and Trezeguet!

As midfielder Robbie Matos was hesitating whether to block Nedved's forward path or drop back, Pire cut inside with the ball and got straight to the edge of the box, feinting to shoot from distance to force Pearson to come up and block, and he crossed the ball wide.

The Middlesbrough backline saw another unexpected player on the edge of the box: Bernd Schneider!

The two wide players actually played together in the middle, and Pearson turned to block Schneider, otherwise the opponent would face the goalkeeper half-one-on-one when he advanced with the ball.

At the moment when Pearson turned to chase, Schneider rolled the ball from the ground and passed near the penalty spot in the penalty area, Pearson looked at the ball over his head, cold sweat broke out, and when he stopped and turned around, he saw a dark blue figure flying past him.

F－uck!

Robert Pire!

The two wing-backs played Middlesbrough's backline in front of the penalty area, and after the ball was picked out of the box, Pire stepped forward and was left alone with Middlesbrough goalkeeper Alan Miller.

Facing the falling ball, Pire didn't make adjustments, and shot angrily!

Aldridge watched from the sidelines as if he had seen Pire's volley score.

However, Piret actually kicked the flaw!

A dashing volley, but the ball did not make perfect contact with the surface of the foot, but the calf hit the ball.

Alan Miller made a prediction and pounced on his left, he felt that Pire, a right-footed player, could either play to the right or volley to the left, and he chose to go to his left, and Pire's right side pounced.

However, no one expected that Pire's kick would have a dramatic effect.

Aldridge was dumbfounded when he saw the ball fluttering and fluttering, holding his head in disbelief.

He couldn't see the specific situation in the penalty area, especially the reaction of the opposing goalkeeper, but this kick, the amateur goalkeeper was able to save it, right?

But Alan Miller pounced to the right in advance, and after he fell on the goal line, his eyes were as big as copper bells, and he slowly raised his head to watch the ball that spun strongly after the kick but was as slow as a light feather falling from above to the goal.

Alan Miller tried to lift his hand to touch the ball, but he leaned back more and more, then rolled around and took the ball in his arms inside the net.

Alan Miller threw the ball out of his arms in frustration!

"The ball is in! Pire's opener for Millwall was a grotesque goal! He came to the penalty spot, had a golden chance, no one around him interfered with his shot, he put on a standard volley, but he didn't shoot with his feet, but his calves! The ball crossed the air in a clear arc and fell lightly into the Middlesbrough goal, and it has to be said that there was a lot of luck in this goal.

Pire's heart was cold after completing the shooting action, and he even slipped to the ground because he couldn't kick the ball, but when he sat on the ground, he looked up at the trajectory of the ball's flight without expectations, and then looked at the opponent's goalkeeper, completely stunned.

He really wanted to ask the opposing goalkeeper: I kicked it off, what are you doing?

Alan Miller threw the ball down to the left on the goalline after the ball bounced and then, like Pire, looked up with a dull expression.

There was a dead silence at the Ayasume Park stadium, and then cheers erupted in cheers from the visitors' stands.

The ball is in!

Our Lions are ahead!

Brian Robson clutched his head and didn't know what to say, so he could only curse a few words from the bottom of his heart, lamenting his bad luck, and then he began to shout at the players on the field.

Aldrich, on the other hand, is also in a state of mind, from expectation to loss, to surprise, it is like riding a roller coaster.

In the face of this goal, he could only show an uncontrollable smile.

Pire got up from the ground and rubbed his hips as he greeted his teammates who had come over to celebrate his goal.

"Robert, when did you learn to shoot with your shins?"

"Teach me when you're free!"

Amid a burst of laughter, the Millwall players began to make their way to the backfield.

After calming down on the sidelines, Brian Robson cheered on his players while making adjustments on the field.

He saw that it was not alarmist for the old man Ferguson to tell him not to despise Millwall, but not only because Millwall had a pair of powerful forwards, but the young coach on the sidelines, who was nearly 20 years younger than him, was definitely a powerful manager.

In the past, no one thought that Millwall's two wing players could move to the middle to cooperate, even in the previous Millwall game, the two wing players would participate in the middle attack, but most of them were involved or coordinated, the real attack starting point, or in the side or the ribs of the penalty area, the two wings have never been as direct contact as just now.

It's already at the level of the Premier League.

In terms of tactics, the two wings of the Premier League team are not just hoisting into the penalty area, the precise transfer of a wide range of long passes, or the mutual cooperation at the front of the penalty area, is also the main theme, but in the rough and simple League One field, such a combination is very rare, which is limited by the ability of the players.

Taking the lead for the time being, Aldridge kept his players a little more composed, with a one-goal lead and he believes his players will be more comfortable with the game.

In the next game, Aldridge had to impress Middlesbrough.

The disadvantage of conceding the goal first did not overwhelm their psychological defence, Middlesbrough's tempo was still tepid, and in response to the wide range of Millwall's attacking combination, their defence was also very quick to adjust, and the full-backs and centre-backs were quickly and timely to make Millwall's attacks break down before they penetrated the box.

Middlesbrough's attack was simple, and although it was not the usual long ball rush in League One, it was a bit whimsical to try to penetrate Millwall's defence through through the ground with a non-dominant number of players.

The two central midfielders, Hegknight and Blackmore, plus striker Kavanagh, ran back and forth in midfield, but after receiving the ball, they were always entangled by Millwall's midfielder Makelele, and the receiver was stared to death, and then the midfielders who retreated to lose possession of the ball.

Thirty-five minutes into the first half, Middlesbrough didn't even have a shot on goal!

I can't even watch the TV narrator anymore.

"Millwall's defense is too good, they will always use the numerical advantage to defuse Middlesbrough's positional penetration in the local area, Blackmore and Hegknight have been cleanly cut off by Millwall's defenders on several breaks, obviously, such a tactic will not bring Middlesbrough an advantage on the field, Brian Robson should at least try long passes, although their arrowhead John Hendry's header is a terrible mess, but the twenty-year-old Kavanagh can still play a certain role in the response, there is nothing wrong with trying, Maybe there's a surprise? Just like Pire's goal."

Aldridge was still standing on the sidelines with his hands in his pockets, curious at the moment, turning his head from time to time to glance at Brian Robson.

Middlesbrough's disadvantage on the pitch is so obvious that he can't fail to see it?

So why is he still so calm?

Towards the end of the first half, Middlesbrough organized another attack, and the defender Masto passed the ball again to the habitual side-worn Blackmore, and after receiving the ball steadily, Blackmore did not wait for Lucas to get close, he passed the ball to the left side with a long diagonal pass, where Hagknight, who had a large range of movement, unloaded the ball with a beautiful chest stop.

Makelle rushed from the side, and Thuram blocked his way in front of him.

Aldrich was standing on the sidelines of this side, and in front of him, a red figure flew by, and Aldrich was shocked!

Who's that?

Aldridge looked at the numbers and names behind the players, and a sense of foreboding rose in his heart.

Twenty-five-year-old Middlesbrough full-back Curtis Fleming!

The full-back, who had been defending at the back for the first 40 minutes, suddenly stepped forward and rushed straight to Millwall's bottom line, which caught both Makelle and Thuram by surprise, just when they stepped forward to force Hagknight to prepare to close and scramble to stifle Middlesbrough's attack, Fleming sprinted at full speed to pass Thuram, and at the same time, Makelele chose to put a tackle to delay the opponent's attack, but Hegknight was prepared, he lightly pushed the ball forward, and the ball rolled two meters to the left of Thuram.

When Aldridge saw this scene, he couldn't help but turn his head to look at Brian Robson, and found that the other party's calm expression had long since disappeared, and his eyes were blazing, with a killing intent that devoured everything!

F－uck！

Fooled!

Middlesbrough is not a defensive 532 at all!

It's-352!

When Aldridge looked back at his team's backline, he unsurprisingly watched as full-back Fleming dribbled the ball into the bottom line, and Thuram was not much behind at full speed.

Fleming scrambled the ball into the Millwall goal with a near-volley before Thuram got close!

Kaseli Keller was well prepared to catch the shot, but just as he was bent over to hold the ball, a foot came into view like a sharp knife on the ball!

The ball changed direction just a metre in front of Keller and tore through Millwall's steel defence!

PS: Thank you "No Xiaosheng" for the tip!

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