The Young Lion

Late at night, there were not many guests in Sand’s bar. Aldrich, who had occupied the billiard table all night, put down the wine glasses, sat directly on the billiard table, smoked and chatted, and talked about the mess of childhood. Tears burst into my eyes as everyone made fun of each other.

"How can you be the head coach? Now that your family is so rich, it is not enough to ask for a head coach."

Brady spit out smoke and looked at Aldridge sitting opposite with a smile.

"Oh, hasn't he wanted to be a head coach since he was a kid? There is nothing strange about this."

Ewen was sitting next to Aldridge, her petite little face was full of ruddy color, and her skimming mouth was quite touching and simple.

"How about that? When he was a kid, he couldn't afford the team."

Fred said for granted.

Aldrich didn’t answer this question. He was ambitious. Sometimes he couldn’t understand the choices of others. For example, in the football circle, Cantona’s retirement, Beckham was far away from the mainstream league field, and the depravity of countless young stars. Wait, is it just money? It is difficult to have a popular explanation to understand all the reasons.

Therefore, Aldrich does not intend to explain anything. When he has no money, he wants to make a fortune and become rich. When he has money to eat and wear, his ambitious ideals will reverberate in his mind. The whole world, Aldridge's retreat is to be a rich kid waiting for death, but before his life fails, he always has to try it.

When the bar was about to close, suddenly six or seven middle-aged men pushed open the bar door. After they walked in, they sat directly at the bar. Sander waved to let the guys go away. He took the cup out of his own, one by one. Pour them wine.

Aldrich inadvertently saw the people sitting in front of the bar with various colors on their faces, but they did not care, drinking and talking, and unscrupulously telling the previous deeds.

After listening for a while, Aldridge probably understood it. They blocked a few single Derbyshire fans in the alley after the match at Millwall in the afternoon.

The man sitting in the middle is obviously their leader. The clothes are ordinary and the body is not burly, but the appearance gives a feminine feeling. The eyes staring at the person seem to be chilling.

Drinking and smoking, this group of people was excited and got up and walked over to the pool table. The head of the person saw Brady and greeted them casually.

It's as if the elders saw the juniors at will.

Aldridge jumped off the pool table and took the suit and walked out, followed by other friends.

When passing by with the gang, Aldridge was suddenly pulled by his arm, the leader of the gang.

He looked at Aldridge up and down. Aldridge pulled his arms back. The other side smiled in surprise: "Oh, boy, don't be excited. You seem to be Aldridge Hall, right? ?"

Aldridge replied coldly: "I am Aldridge. If you touch me again, I will break your hands."

The middle-aged strong man raised his hands exaggeratedly, and laughed at the friends around him: "Oh, he is too nervous, as if we would **** him, ha ha ha."

The friends around him didn't expect that Aldridge would be such a big reaction, and even spoke threatening words.

"Hey, Polk, forget it."

Seeing that the atmosphere had become tense, Bradley was particularly cold, and he stared at the man opposite him very badly. What would happen to the unpleasant conflict, so he stood up and wanted to mediate.

Aldridge reached out to stop Brady, he knew who the man opposite was.

The organizer of BushWackers, Polk Greer.

Aldridge doesn’t like football hooligans, or people with normal and stable lives don’t want to have a touch with hooligans.

Polk lit a cigarette and smiled casually, then said to Aldridge: "Hey boy, I'm so glad you took over Millwall. You have done a good job recently and continue to cheer."

He really looks like an elder encouraged the junior, Aldridge disgusted, sneered and sneered: "If you are less under the banner of Millwall and committing crime outside, I think I will be more happy."

Hearing Aldridge’s words, Polk looked a little cold and said lightly: “Aldrich, I am not your enemy. We met for the first time. Why are you hostile to me? My father is Milwaukee. Fans, I have been since childhood, how old are you? But after taking over the club for three months, don’t be too self-righteous."

Aldridge was too lazy to sneer at him, sneered: "I tell you, the Millwall Club is mine now, I can let it fly to the sky, or let it disappear from London, but that is all my will, you What are you? I don’t care if you are a fan or not, but if you discredit Millwall and cause damage to my property, not only can I get you out of East London, I can even send you to prison by hand, Polk. Greer, who do you think you’re talking to? It’s easier for the Hall family to pinch you to death than stepping on an ant! We are not only rich, but we used to live here, the street gangster set, can you afford it? Clown? !"

Aldrich put his suit on his shoulder and turned to go.

Nearly forty years old, Polk Greer and his companions all looked dumbfounded.

Polk held Aldridge's arm conditionedly, not intending to let him leave.

But the next second.

Aldrich grabbed the bottle on the table next to it and hit his backhand with his backhand!

"FuckYou! Are you deaf? Can't you hear what I just said? You scum, don't stain my clothes!"

Aldridge not only smashed a wine bottle directly on Polk’s head, but also grabbed his neck with one hand and dragged him in front of him. The two were less than ten centimeters apart. Aldrich was handsome The face was icy, and he yelled aggressively in a low voice.

Polk's head was hit hard by the wine bottle, and his thoughts were a little confused.

And Aldridge roared in front of him like a majestic beast.

"Poker Greer! Fuck! Do you **** have a brain? You have children, you have a wife, you can be an unemployed nomad, but do you want your wife to be unemployed? Want the police to stare at you day and night Do you **** think I am a bastard? Do you dare to fight me back? As long as you dare to go to court to fight lawsuits, I will let you go bankrupt! Or do you blackhand me? Fuck! The Hall family will take care of your family Revenge! Polk Greer, you’re done, you’re done in your life, but you **** think about your own family and your children, don’t let them fall into poverty, don’t let your children become social like you The dross on it! You **** listen to me, don’t let me see you anymore! How far can you roll me."

After Aldridge roared, his face suddenly calmed down. He gently loosened his stupefied Polk, and then slowly tidied up the wrinkled T-shirt for Polk before turning around and walking towards the bar door.

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

As Aldridge said, football hooligans like them dare not challenge those rich families.

Not to mention that they only have a pair of fists, the rich and powerful can be nailed to death only through formal legal channels.

Brady, Fred, Yiwen and others opened their mouths slightly, staring dumbfoundedly at Aldrich just now. They had never seen Aldridge so sturdy.

Who is Polk?

That was a fierce man who was beaten and smashed with the BushWackers rogue group!

Aldridge even hit a bottle on the other person's head!

When he followed Aldridge out of the bar, Brady didn't know what he was thinking, was he wondering whether Polk's head was hard enough? Or is the bottle too crisp?

Anyway, the other person's head is not bleeding...

In the vast moonlight, Aldridge hooked the collar of his suit on his shoulders with one hand, holding a cigarette in the other, and walked toward the eastern suburbs with great thoughts. Yiwen followed his hands behind him, and his big eyes swept from time to time. His back.

Aldridge is very helpless. The English football club depends on the community. This is an indisputable fact. The future Wimbledon is a typical example. The team moved away from the original community. The fans did not follow each other, but were established. A new team: AFC Wimbledon, even if it started from the seventh level league.

In the mid-1980s, Mrs. Thatcher ordered a hard-hit football hooligan to clean up the football environment. This has been very effective for nearly a decade.

However, due to Millwall's league level, BushWackers gave the gap to prolonged breathing.

The fight against football hooligans is also based on the league level. Especially after the establishment of the Premier League, this company-like alliance will naturally not hope that football hooligans ruin the brand value of the Premier League for commercial interests, but there are so many British police, and British games are concentrated on weekends, and more than 80% of the games are played at the same time period. It is conceivable that on the day of the game, most of the police will be sent to maintain the order of the Premier League teams.

So the first to be hit hard is the football hooligan organization of the Premier League team, and then down, it will be the first league.

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

London’s police force is very difficult to maintain these games, and if it is a game with a Derby atmosphere, I am afraid that I will have to deploy police forces from other places to support. Under such a background, Millwall plays in the League One. Even if the football hooligan still exists, the London police are still overwhelmed.

Suddenly stopped, Aldridge was a little tired. He came to the river embankment and sat down. He secretly said: He must be promoted to the Premier League next year!