May 10th.

Millwall and Liverpool meet Wembley to win the FA Cup.

Millwall's fans poured into Wembley Stadium once again, and Liverpool's fans from afar were not far behind, trying to make as much noise as they could.

Millwall's preparation for this final was peaceful, Aldridge declined all interviews, and the usual training work is not as heavy as usual, and the training program will be adjusted appropriately according to the physical condition of the players, and at this time, the manager will not expect any miracles in the usual training, but more to adjust the state of the whole team.

Liverpool arrived at Wembley before them.

When the players went on the field to warm up, they were unexpectedly attracted by a unique scenery on the field.

Liverpool's main players such as McManaman, Redknapp, James, McAtier, Collymore and Fowler stood there talking and laughing in a cream-colored Armani dress.

They look personable and extraordinary, full of star style.

This stunned Millwall's players.

What are they doing?

Not here to kick the ball?

Or are they not playing in this game?

Jenson scolded the players a few words and told them to warm up quickly, which made the players wake up from a dream, but in the process of running onto the field, he still sneaked a few glances at the Liverpool players in suits and leather shoes.

Don't say it, it's dazzling.

Jenson looked at the Liverpool players in confusion, and today the newspaper reported on Liverpool's "hot brother" incident, the eve of the final. They were photographed having fun in a nightclub.

Jenson thought it was strange. Secretly muttering: Am I crazy or am the world world crazy?

These poor pale Liverpool players in the book of honour. Are you not going to play football in the future?

Aldridge stood in the tunnel and watched coldly.

He mourns for Liverpool.

He never understood the coach Roy Evans, it stands to reason that the other party is Shankly's subordinate, and he should know best what the spirit of the Red Army soul created by Shankly is, how this batch of Liverpool generation heroes who can be comparable to Manchester United are in his hands, and he doesn't even want the most basic team discipline!

McManaman Fowler's gang felt that they were very personal and awesome, and Aldridge only thought they were very good.

Aldrich is also flattered by Fleet Street as a major marshal with personality, but he does whatever he does. It's all about football, it's based on wins.

If you take pickling girls to show off their wealth by taking drugs as a show of personality, it is definitely brain-dead.

He didn't understand who these Liverpool players didn't even get a top league title, so who was they looking at with such a catwalk.

Incorrigible.

Lamenting for Liverpool, Aldridge suddenly thought that if this group of players can be strict with themselves and focus on the field, after two years, the team's three-line supplement, Carragher, Gerrard. Owen, oh. There is also the introduction of Hyypia, why should Liverpool worry about hegemony?

Huh?

What comes to mind?

Aldridge looked up, and a sudden thought made him immediately take out his phone and send a text message to Andrew.

"Find a player: Sami Hyypia."

At the beginning of this year, the competition for poaching people has begun to get stronger, in February this year, UEFA officially began to implement the "Bosman Act", which is the result of the game with the European Union, and even the European Union advocated the abolition of the transfer system, believing that players have the right to choose their jobs freely, which made so much trouble that even FIFA had to stand up and support UEFA, otherwise this is to destroy the foundation of professional football.

If players can transfer freely anytime and anywhere, not to mention that the rules of football will be chaotic, it is estimated that hundreds of teams will immediately file for bankruptcy, they can't play, there is no room for survival, and they can still train players to sell for money in the past, and will they still be trained in the future? If there is no transfer fee income, who will establish a youth training system?

As soon as the "Boseman Act" was introduced, it was equivalent to the relationship between the player and the club starting to reverse from weakness, so Stam was able to reach an agreement with Aldridge, and in the past, this kind of thing was left to other clubs, and if you don't let you go, you won't let you go, and you can't transfer to other clubs if you don't play for me when the contract expires.

The club's strong stance began to weaken, so Aldridge felt that the space for his network talent began to shrink, because slightly famous players will also ask for high wages, and other teams will not have an advantage in order to coax talent resources, transfer fees and salaries plus the team's reputation and other aspects.

He suddenly remembered Hyypia and wanted to see if he could dig it in advance, although the reserve of central defenders was very good in the team, but Millwall also had to face poaching from all sides, and he had to take precautions.

Towards the start of the game, Liverpool's hot buddies finally took off their milky white dresses and started warming up.

Aldridge returned to the dressing room first and waited for the players.

After the players walked into the dressing room one by one, Aldridge crossed his arms and smiled lightly and asked, "Do you see the Liverpool players?" ”

The players nodded their heads in unison, their expressions varied, but most of them felt weird.

I've never seen anyone in a suit and chatting and drinking drinks before playing football, which makes them think they're in the wrong place.

"Envy?"

Aldrich continued.

Trezeguet said directly: "Boss, they are idiots, we are here to play football, not to eat." ”

The teammates laughed.

Aldrich snapped his fingers, restrained his smile, and said in a deep voice: "I want you to remember them, forever!" Don't forget about them until the day of your retirement comes! It is best to see them in nightmares that you sleep in, too! ”

The players stared wide-eyed, not understanding what Aldridge was saying to him.

They're all men, remember a group of men? Don't forget if you still dream?

Aldridge gritted his teeth: "Fowler has scored a lot of goals this season, McManaman has 25 assists, are they good players? Be! Is it excellent? Outstanding! But when they're done, that's all their careers have done! How much potential do they have? I don't think it's worse than us! But. They themselves chose to fall. I chose to squander my youth. I chose not to be motivated! Of course you have to remember them, and never forget! Keep your eyes open to see what the future trajectory of today's smug Liverpool prodigies in suits will take! I can tell you that they will be remembered for only one reason, and that is for lessons! It's all the managers like I am telling you now: don't follow them! Learn from them and you're screwed! No matter how good your talent is, no matter how hard you work in the past. It will all go down the drain, and it will only hasten the death of your career, and you will not even have a self-soothing championship medal when you retire! If you learn from them, then you can only regret the past when you are old, for what you did not restrain from the precipice, for what did you not restrain your desires, for what did you not put more time on the court, for what did you let your name pass by the word greatness! ”

There was silence in the dressing room, Aldridge's words were agitated, and even roared at the end.

The players changed from the expressions that had previously ridiculed the Liverpool players to solemn and determined.

Aldrich doesn't take them lightly. His coaching of the players has to be powerful every time. It wouldn't have had much effect if he said that, but today he was very grateful to the Liverpool players.

Thank you, thank you, for allowing me to use it as a negative lesson for my players.

"Liverpool came to Wembley for? For the championship trophy, of course. However, they came here in suits and leather shoes to talk and laugh, and obviously didn't take us seriously. I wondered if they had a lot of energy, they were able to have fun yesterday and they were confident to beat us today. Millwall doubled them in the league and they seemed to have forgotten. It seems that the lesson we have taught them is not deep enough, and it seems that the sweat we have worked hard is not worth mentioning in their eyes. Tell me, can we lose today? Can you let those hot buddies who come to play football in suits succeed? Do we just watch them take off their suits and play football, and then put them on when they're done to receive the award? Tell me, can you take it?! ”

"Can't!"

The players shouted in unison.

Aldrich looked at him firmly and asked again, "What are we supposed to do?" ”

"Destroy Liverpool!"

"Not enough! Far from enough! You have to tell everyone in Liverpool: you are a bunch of penny, idiots, idiots! We will show them with our actions that we are the best example on the football field! We work hard, we are serious, we are united, we will hold up the championship trophy, and then laugh at them, encourage them to go to nightclubs every day in the future, and after the last, we turn away and stop looking at them, they are garbage, we don't need to pay attention to them anymore, even if they cry, they are angry, and they ask for mercy and sympathy, we don't care, because we are strong, on the football field, we don't know what pity and compassion is, that is the patent of the weak, and we give it to Liverpool. ”

"Yes!"

The fighting spirit of the players was fully unleashed, and Aldridge's eyes swept firmly over each player, and then flicked his head to signal the players to come on.

But as the players walked out of the dressing room in a majestic manner, Aldridge held Pirlo back.

When there were only two people left in the dressing room, Aldrich stared at Pirlo and asked in a deep voice, "Andrea, what's the matter with you?" ”

Pirlo was too calm today, and the rest of his teammates were already in high spirits, but he seemed a little nervous, and his forehead was oozing sweat as he sat in the chair.

"Boss, today is the final, I, I"

Aldridge patted him on the shoulder and comforted: "Don't worry, just play normally." ”

"I'm only 17 years old."

Bang!

Aldrich slammed his fist into the closet behind Pirlo, and then stared into Pirlo's eyes with fire in his eyes.

'Andrea Pirlo, today is an FA Cup final, the most involved team in his mother's history! I know you're nervous, I know you're worried that you're not playing well, but I have confidence in you, ask me a hundred times, and I've got confidence in you, so, as a manager, I'm fine. Now it's you, you're seventeen, that's right, you're seventeen. Mateus played for his country at the age of eighteen, Seedorf, Kluivert won the Champions League at the age of eighteen, Fowler at the age of 18 and his mother squeezed out Rush for Liverpool, Overmars was the leader at the age of 18, Shearer scored a hat-trick against Arsenal at the age of 17, if you think you can't afford today's game at the age of 17, you have to wait another year or two, now tell me, I will replace you from the starting list, Ballack, Vieira, they want to start every game! Do you know what Trezeguet did when he arrived at the team at the age of 17, two months away? I asked him to start, and he puffed up his chest and nodded and told me: Boss, leave it to me, I'm sure I'll score! One, two, three, he'd tell me again and again: Boss, I scored today, please let me start next game, or, Boss, I'm a little bit unlucky today, I'm sure I'll score in the next game, so please let me keep starting! Pirlo, tell me, 17 years old, what are you going to say to me now? (To be continued......)