Beginning peak Beckham, handsome is over

Chapter 146 The Premier League is not much more difficult than La Liga, no, another hat!
0:2 into the intermission.

Pochettino was furious.

For this season, he has great hopes.

A top striker in England, a top No. 10 in the Premier League, and a group of young people who run like lunatics, the upper limit should not be just a place in the European war!
Xiao Wen stepped on the football with one foot, and the smell of gunpowder that lasted throughout the first half seemed to subside after the start of the second half, but just like Manchester's dark clouds came and went, Xiao Wen's lateral dribble in front of the penalty area 30 seconds ago was caught by Ben After Taleb kicked it, the temperature in the air instantly increased.

"There are bad people among the crowd..."

Rooney, who replaced Depay at halftime, was the first to rush forward and grab Ben Taleb's jersey, then pushed him hard, cursing.

To sum up Rooney's entire career, he actually knows how to advance and retreat.

But don't forget, if this small gunpowder keg is really going to explode, it must be that both you and the other party are smashed to pieces.

Xiao Wen squinted his eyes, looked at the wall of five in front of him, and turned his head to look at the silent Rooney beside him.

Xiao Wen couldn't help laughing when he heard the Red Devils fans in the Dream Theater yelling for him to make another one.

Xiao Wen shook his head, and couldn't help sighing again: "The scale of the Premier League is really big..."

Rooney, who was next to him, heard it, and came over to pat him on the shoulder, "They're all bullying. Bring a hat, and impress the bastards in the Premier League."

With that said, he walked into the restricted area.

Xiao Wen took a few steps back, he was too lazy to fight with these bastards.He didn't feel much excitement about the desperate tackles and interceptions, but as Rooney said, if you are soft, they will come hard.

This is not just the case in the Premier League.

whistle.

Players on both sides in the penalty area began to push and shoved.

The Manchester United fans in the stands had already waited in no hurry, but they didn't make too much noise to disturb Xiao Wen.

Everyone said that Xiao Wen is the current player who most resembles Beckham. Of course, he refers to his free kicks and crosses, um, and his handsomeness.

However, to be honest, not many people will mention the idea of ​​Beckham's successor now. Because in the eyes of most fans, Xiao Wen's free kick skill is very likely, very likely to have surpassed Beckham.

So how does this ball Xiao ask how to shoot?
Xiao Wen finally started to run.

In the small penalty area, Dell, Alderweireld, Rooney and Smalling were pulling repeatedly.

Dale frowned when he saw Rooney and Smalling rushing forward and then exiting the small penalty area. From the corner of his eye, he glanced at Worm who was too close to the far post, and quickly took two steps back. ,
Unexpectedly, this Qiu Xiaowen didn't run too far, but only took three steps before kicking off quickly.

But the speed of the ball is still so fast that the wall and Dell are desperate.In the process of retreating, Dale took off desperately, leaned back, and stretched his neck like a giraffe.

Swish!
The sound of surfing the Internet from behind made Dell extremely angry.

Of course he knew Xiao Wen's current influence in England.

But which young man doesn't want to slash the sword immediately, doesn't want to slay the dragon in the abyss?
So what about Xiao Wen?
If I do him, I will be the new king this Saturday!

As for the England national team.
What a joke, maybe Pochettino and Dell can't even play in the league.I don't care about the torrential floods in the future!

This moment. The moment when Xiao Wen performed a hat-trick.
Finally, it seems.. Dale has a clue.

No way. Premier League set
Xiao Wen didn't eat either.

Xiao asked to adapt to the Premier League?

I think the Premier League has to adapt to Xiao Wen!

As soon as the ball was scored, the entire Dream Theater roared like a tsunami!
This is the superstar of their dreams, and this is the savior of their dreams!
Xiao Wen's slippery knee made the fans on the scene stand up again.The fans in the first two rows rushed towards him frantically.The security force on the side rushed over quickly to prevent the fans from being too enthusiastic.

The camera swept across, and the red-nosed old man in the stands also stood up, smiling, nodding and applauding while chewing gum.

Apart from Manchester United fans, La Liga fans may be the happiest.

After all, when Xiao Wen 'fleeed' from La Liga for the more 'bright' Premier League, Premier League fans often mocked La Liga and La Liga fans.

"Oh, the top star came to the Premier League. Feng Shui turns!"

"I'm definitely coming. If I don't come..."

"The feeling in the Premier League, the feeling in the Premier League is much better than in La Liga!"

"That's right, La Liga is such a rubbish league. Xiao asked how many rounds did La Liga start last season?"

"Continuously."

"It's just the brush league!"

It's really not the time to report!La Liga fans thank Xiao Wen's eighteen generations of ancestors!As soon as this free kick was scored, they instantly returned to the scene where they were ridiculed and slapped in the face
"Oh let me be healthy!"

"Who scored a hat-trick in the first round of the Premier League?"

"It seems. It seems to be Sir Xiao Xiao from the past of the garbage league!"

"Explore and report again!"

"The news is very reliable! It's Xiao Wen!"

"Heh, the Premier League? Just another brush league!"

"Rubbish!"

"Xiao asked: Is that all?"

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After Xiao Wen scored the goal, the first dead ball was replaced.

He walked up to Rooney and put the captain's armband on his arm.Then, while walking to the sidelines, he raised his hands and applauded, responding to the cheers of the audience.

Originally, the Tottenham players who were warming up before the game looked like they would show you some color, but Xiao Wen really gave you some color to look at, and taught them with sticks. At this moment, their spirits have already weakened. .

Of course, Xiao Wen also knew that suppressing the dissatisfied voices of all Premier League players must be a fantasy.But these things in football are originally about you dissatisfied with me and I dissatisfied with you.If the scores are written according to the fame and strength before the game, then what is the charm of football?
there is always a solution to a problem!

What really made Xiao Wen happy was that those who doubted Xiao Wen's ability to quickly gain a foothold in the Premier League a few days ago, um... temporarily shut up.This made him very happy.

On the second day of the game, Van Gaal gave everyone a day off.

In the afternoon, Xiao Wen received a call from Ferguson, inviting him to dinner.

When I arrived at the old man's house, it was half an hour earlier than the appointment time.

The maid led him into the living room.Found that in addition to Ferguson, there are actually four other 'old guys' - Giggs, Gary - Neville, Scholes and Beckham.

"Oh, I have to admit, Xiao...you are a genius among geniuses."

Gary Neville was the most excited when he saw Xiao Wen. He walked towards Xiao Wen and said with a smile, "If Manchester United can win the league and the Champions League this year, I think I will give you one."

Xiao Wen smiled face to face, "It's absolutely unnecessary."

Ferguson frowned and took a look at Xiao Wen. He had watched Xiao Wen's games and watched them in front of the live TV for no less than [-] games. Naturally, he was very optimistic about him.Moreover, Manchester United won today, and Xiao Wen even scored a hat-trick. Ferguson was very happy, but Ferguson didn't like Tottenham's way of playing football.

"How do you feel? The rhythm of the Premier League"

"It's okay, it's really good." Xiao Wen replied: "Dell, don't even think about joining the national team."

Hahahaha
Several people laughed super loudly.

Scholes looked at him and said after a moment of silence: "With your ability, if you want a hat, the aggressive appearance of Tottenham in the first half should have been completed long ago. Why did it take so long?"

"Oh, oh Paul, don't think that I can score goals if I want to. Although I always think that I am not bad." Xiao Wen said with a smile: "But it's not just a goal."

"You passed one to Depay and the kid blew a jerk.

A semi-single knife was given to Ashley Yang, and this guy directly slammed the goalkeeper. "

Then No. 309 minutes, you passed the far end, and the old boy Carrick headed the ball to the side net.

Um. There are others."

Giggs on the side took out a small notebook and read quietly.

After reading, he raised his head and smiled at everyone, then looked at Xiao and asked: "You are a striker. Xiao and you are the fucking captain! You are the captain supported by both BOSS and Van Gaal. You have to be selfish! Learn from C Luo! What are you afraid of! You can shoot twenty shots in one game! As long as you want! The fans will definitely not have any problems!"

This time it was Xiao Wen's turn to frown, he was silent for a while, and then nodded.

Ferguson motioned for everyone to sit down and said.

Beckham took the phone, glanced at it, and said with a smile: "To be honest, after watching Xiao Wen for two and a half years, I can't help but feel a little downcast. I knew it in the major leagues. I didn't come from a young genius, and I must have never touched it when I was young." Professional training, but tsk. From the beginning of the Bundesliga, he behaved as if he grew up in Carrington, Kelin Danfeng, La Masia or other professional bases... Moreover, whether it is a cross or a free kick , and those extraordinary skills that I don't know how he describes, all prove that he has left me far away."

Beckham pointed to Xiao Wen. His tone was serious.

"Is there really such a thing as a so-called talented player in terms of set-pieces and crosses? I didn't believe it before, but now I have to believe it." Beckham sighed, looked at Xiao Wen who was blown a little shy, and said, " The gap between people is really too big."

Neville shook Beckham and laughed loudly: "Don't compare. Old guy. Don't talk about you! Xiao Gang went to La Liga to beat those two monsters and came back. The last time you saw Ronaldo, didn't you see him listless? ?"

"That's true." Beckham suddenly relieved, then shook the phone in his hand: "The atmosphere is not very good now. They say they want to fuck you."

Xiao Wen took it over and took a look. It was a screenshot of a chat sent by a few of Beckham's friends. Some remarks made by players in certain Premier League teams were nothing more than to let Xiao Wen feel the "enthusiasm" of the Premier League. .

Xiao Wen was silent for a long time, then shook his head with a wry smile and said, "Is it a mediocrity not to be envied by others?"

Undertaking the task of reviving Manchester United, he also has to pretend to be incomparably harmonious with those cats and dogs in the England team. He said, "This is a team full of England", but Xiao Wen knew that if it was According to England in the World Cup, it was all because Xiao Wen was stuffed into it!
That's all, fucking backstabbing in the Premier League?
Xiao Wen was targeted for too many things, so naturally he didn't make a big fuss, but it was inevitable that he would feel a little unhappy. However, he believed that these bastards in the Premier League would soon find out that they angered him, and the consequences must be unbearable for them. .

Ferguson adjusted his glasses, looked at Xiao Wen, his eyes were complicated, and sighed: "This is the Premier League. Xiao's mysterious middle and lower reaches, the competition for fourth relegation may even be more fierce than the competition for the championship. And there are young people today. I'm too jealous, and I have a small circle of myself, so I'm sorry, but you are not part of the circle."

"Should I also have to pay my respects from one dock to another?"

"pier?"

"Well, just make a good relationship with them..."

Looking at the disdainful expression on Xiao Wen's face, Ferguson knew that he would definitely not do this.In fact, he would not let Xiao Wen do this, "NO! You need to subdue them! Xiao."

To be able to single-handedly, bring a dozen wastes, and then kill a bottle of golden Hercules Cup in Brazil, with the words "World Champion" floating on it... Is this kind of person God, Xiao Wen.

so.
"So. You don't have to worry about those fucking self-righteous idiots like Mike Dean making mistakes like today."

Xiao Wen frowned: "Huh?"

"If I'm not mistaken, the Premier League committee is getting a lot of pressure right now. Online, offline, maybe even from Buckingham Palace. Just because Mike Dean indulged some of the things that Dier and other Tottenham players did to you. Unconventional moves. You know, in the Premier League, the slightly bigger ones are called unconventional. But you are different."

Xiao Wen played calf against calf in the Bundesliga, and had close contact with Felipe in the Champions League final, but he was still just one person after all.

Being a carbon-based creature could be injured.

He was still a little puzzled, or rather puzzled: "How can you see that?"

Ferguson stood up, looked at Xiao with a smile and asked: "I have won 13 Premier League titles, 2 UEFA Champions League titles, and 5 FA Cup titles. Do you think luck and handshakes alone can do it?
Xiao Wen also stood up.

Ferguson led everyone to the restaurant, only Xiao Wen walked side by side with him.

"So, Xiao...you also have to learn to put pressure on some people." Ferguson's voice became serious.

"For example...who?" Xiao Wen asked.

"Greg Deckard." Ferguson stopped, turned sideways and said to Xiao Wen.

Xiao Wen narrowed his eyes. "Greg Deck? Chairman of the FA?"

"After winning the World Cup. Have you seen it? Pretentious, false flattery. He thought he could buy you off with a few words of flattery. Are you a serious Englishman? Coveting the little fame and the so-called title?" Ferguson's voice Pressed down very low: "Xiao, you have to tell that old bastard Greg Deck straight to the face - the price of what you want is much higher than this!"

Greg Deck of course wants England to win the European Cup again while he is in office!

Well, the last World Cup, the European Cup oh .. God!So why wouldn't the Queen see him, an authentic English guy who worked hard and made great achievements?
"So...but the FA can't control the Premier League." Xiao Wen asked tentatively.

Ferguson finally showed the expression that the road I have traveled is more salty than you have eaten: "Don't be too simple. Boy. He will find a way. And, you need to know one more thing-the FA is responsible for all England. The referee dispatch and management of the league."

Xiao Wen frowned, "I don't want to use this method."

Ferguson patted him on the shoulder: "NO! Xiao, I don't want to teach you how to be bad. I just tell you that Greg Deckard and those old guys who suck your blood for profit behind or side by side, At least they can't watch you being shoveled to pieces by the bastards of the Premier League!"

"Also. Based on my many years of experience in the Premier League, Shaw
At this
you only have two options
Either become a prey, or, become a hunter! "

　sleep sleep good night
　　
　
(End of this chapter)