Born to be a coach [soccer]

Chapter 155

In the locker room, Pickford quickly took off the Sunderland training suit he was wearing.Others in the locker room took a look: Oh, you are wearing it backwards.

It looks like the kid just repeated the "old trick" at Upton Park, took off the training jacket, put it on inside out, put on the hood, and slipped out of the dressing room for some reason.

"You little bastard, do you know where this is? Do you think it's in our Stadium of Light?" Russell, the mother-in-law's dean of instruction, scolded, "I don't pay attention to safety, and I want the head coach and the whole team to take care of you." Worry, who do you think you are?"

Anton just looked at Pickford, smiled lightly and said nothing.

Pickford could not care about the nagging of the dean of students, but he was particularly afraid of Anton's smile. He immediately lowered his head and said in a low voice, "I...knew I was wrong! Coach, please don't admit...it wasn't us who did it. of……"

At this moment, the door of Sunderland's locker room slammed, and someone outside followed and shouted: "Stinky boy, don't run away, dare to do it!"

"Open the door!"

The staff of St. James' Park Stadium also rushed over at this time and asked what was going on through the door.A large group of people outside said clearly: "Seeing that bad boy ran here and disappeared, he must have entered the visiting team's locker room."

"Yeah, what's the point of running away after hitting someone? It's even more cowardly to hide..."

A large group of people outside were clamoring for the "beater", but from the tone, the people outside didn't know who the hitter was.

In the locker room, Anton reached out to Pickford indifferently.

Pickford: ...What is this for?

Dean of Students: "Fool, clothes!"

Pickford shuddered, reached out and handed the coat he had just taken off to Anton.Anton took it and put the gloves on.

In the weather at the end of October, Anton was originally wearing a hunting suit, a brown thin woolen jacket, a long-sleeved shirt inside, a thin woolen vest, and a pair of high leather boots on his feet.At this time, he changed his jacket and put on Pickford's Sunderland training uniform, and deliberately exposed the supplier's "Umbro" logo.

Fortunately, this training uniform is Sunderland's away training uniform. The overall color is dark ochre, and it doesn't look too inconsistent with Anton's hunting suit.

At this time, Anton came to the door of the dressing room, opened the door, reached out and pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and asked politely, "What's the matter?"

There were quite a few people around the locker room. It seemed that there were fans, Newcastle United players, and some staff members in uniform. Their facial expressions were tense, as if they were afraid of another conflict between the two teams outside the field.

But people outside did not expect that such a refined and gentle person would come out of Sunderland's locker room.

Finally, a fan wearing a Newcastle scarf asked loudly: "...Sir, have you seen a Sunderland kid...well, player, run over here?"

Anton, of course, said no.

Unexpectedly, a fan shouted from behind the crowd: "He is from Sunderland, of course they cover up their Sunderland players. This used to be a dead end, and there is no other way to go. The person who beat him is obviously a Sunderland player. Into the Sunderland dressing room. Make them hand him over!"

"Yes, hand them over!"

Anton's face remained unchanged, and he had roughly figured out the cause and effect of the matter in his heart: Obviously that kid Pickford did it, he must have sneaked out of the locker room just now, maybe even sneaked to the fans, " It's so exciting to beat and run", but he didn't run away completely, and was chased here by Newcastle fans.

"How do you know that the hitter is a Sunderland player? Is there any evidence?" Anton asked coldly.

At this time, Henderson and the others also came out of the locker room, all wearing Sunderland's training uniforms.They defended behind Anton, as if to protect their head coach.

The staff all became nervous: Hey, you must not fight in groups!

They rushed forward, trying to stay between the two sides as much as possible, but they didn't want to be "meat pads" when the two sides fought, and they felt anxious.

There was also a faint yell in the locker room, and then someone pushed it back—it was the child Pickford who was forced to stay in the locker room by the head of the dean.The cry was indistinct, and no one outside paid attention.

At this time, a Newcastle fan with a swollen right eye yelled loudly: "Just wearing the clothes on your body, do you still want to deny it?"

Anton looked down at the training jacket on his body, and asked amusedly: "You said this jacket, this kind of sports jacket can be seen everywhere, and I have seen many of this color in the stadium today. Do you dare to say that it is this one? ? Did you see the markings on the coat?"

Henderson and the others gathered together, puffed up their chests, and showed the "Umbro" logo on their clothes to everyone.

The fan who spoke earlier was immediately dumb: he couldn't see the beating person at all, but he really didn't see the "Umbro" brand mark on his clothes.

"Besides, why do you think that the Sunderland players are going to have trouble with you?" Anton stretched out his hand and pushed his glasses again.

His voice is low but moving, persuasive and seductive.The fan who was speaking was not vigilant, and immediately said "hi", and said, "Didn't you just scold your player a few words at the beginning of the game and pour a glass of beer on his head?"

Anton understood.

At the beginning of the game, Pickford was almost scolded and cried by the Newcastle fans behind the goal.

Looking at this kid at the time, he concentrated on guarding the goal as soon as the game started, and thought he had forgotten about it.Who knew that he hadn't forgotten at all, secretly planning when to fight back!

It’s just that this kid is not a bachelor enough to act as a bachelor, and he didn’t dare to “revenge” in an open and honest manner. Instead, he fished in troubled waters and punched someone—this St. James’ Park is so big and accommodates so many fans, it can also make Pickford It was good luck for De to sneak up on the "object" of his revenge.

Anton's face was calm, and no one could have guessed that he was lamenting Pickford's luck.

"This gentleman," Anton said to the terribly beaten fan, "I think you did provoke the Sunderland players first, do you admit it?"

The fan froze for a moment, nodded, covered his right eye and said, "Swearing at the rival team and throwing a glass of beer is justified, what's the point?"

There was a group of Newcastle fans behind him, and they booed together: "We don't care about it, it's nothing to scold, but who allows your people to do it?"

"Yes, hand over the person who beat you, or don't blame us for being rude to you!"

The staff sandwiched between the two sides are ready to call the police.

Unexpectedly, Anton shook his head and said, "No..."

"The person who beat you is not from Sunderland." The corners of Anton's lips were raised, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"Why?" Newcastle fans asked loudly.

Anton stretched out his hand in a leisurely manner, looked down at his right hand, and then said lazily, "Because... if it's Sunderland, you can't get out of it unscathed."

Before it was too late, Anton suddenly stretched out his fist and smashed it towards the gray wall on the side of the corridor beside him.

The brick-and-concrete structure of St. James' Park Stadium, the walls here are covered with a layer of plaster-much less hard than cement walls-but that's still a wall!

Newcastle fans first watched Anton smash a hole in the plaster of the wall with his bare hands, and then felt the wall in the corridor fall down, falling on their heads and on the ground around them.

Anton had already retracted his fist, looked at the face of his fist, and sighed, as if he was sighing: The quality of the building is not good enough!

But it's not over yet.

The corridor behind Anton, as former Newcastle players have said, is a dead end.But this corridor is quite long, and there are still some decorations such as picture frames hanging on the far wall.

After An Ding pounded the wall, about a second or two later, he heard the sound of ping-pong-pong.The people here followed the prestige, and saw that the picture frame hanging on the wall in the distance was affected, fell down together, and hit the ground.

"This man is... Anton!" Finally someone recognized the young man in front of him.Newcastle fans had always thought he was a substitute player or something.

"Tenth degree black belt in taekwondo..."

Many people were deeply impressed by the period when Sunderland visited Upton Park Stadium a while ago.

Some Newcastle fans huddled behind: ... Sorry, goodbye.

They didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement, so they hurriedly left quietly at this time, not planning to take this muddy water.Only the "sufferer" who was beaten by Pickford earlier and a few of his friends were left.Although these few were panicked, they all managed to hold on and said: "...Anton, even Anton can't hit people!"

"I don't hit people!" Anton straightened his sleeves, "I hit the wall just now, but I didn't expect the wall to be hit so easily."

He nodded to the stadium staff beside him: "Please check the few picture frames that fell off. If there is any damage, you can send me the bill, and I will compensate you according to the price."

"In addition, the support structure of your stadium should be inspected again to prevent safety problems. This corridor can be refilled with plaster and the walls repainted. You see, the wall covering on the ceiling has fallen off."

If the wall hadn't already crisped up, Anton wouldn't have been able to knock down the wall so easily.

"Everyone go back to the locker room first, and I will come after I have a few words with these gentlemen." Anton ordered to the players behind him.When Henderson and the others saw this situation, there was nothing to be afraid of. They immediately responded together and turned back to the locker room.Immediately, someone murmured and told Pickford all about the situation outside. The kid let out a "wow" in the locker room, his heart itching with joy, and he hated that he didn't have the chance to see this scene with his own eyes.

Anton stayed outside and said to the few Newcastle fans: "I don't know what you think when you insult our player and throw beer on his head. But there is an old Confucius saying in China called 'Do unto others as you would have them do unto you'. The next time you do this, please think about your own players, when they visit other clubs, would you want them to 'enjoy' the same treatment?"

There were a few Newcastle players next to them, and they all turned their faces to look at the fans at this moment.

They didn't talk, but everyone understood the principle of "the way of heaven is reincarnated, one reward for another".The Newcastle fans made too much noise at home, and the players will be under more pressure when they are away.

Several fans pushed each other: "Oh, forget it, let's go!"

Only the swollen fan who had been punched in the eye still complained: "How could he just leave like this? I... I am the worst!"

"Please wait!" Anton suddenly stopped them, then turned and entered the locker room, after a while, he took out an ice pack, handed it to the fan and said: "You need to apply ice immediately, you'd better find a place , lie down immediately, and apply ice packs to your eyes for more than four hours, otherwise your eye sockets will be left with bruises, which may not disappear for the rest of your life, and you will have to watch football with this mark for the rest of your life..."

"Fuck," the fan panicked when he heard that, "Boys, let's go! I don't want to be this cowardly after being beaten for the rest of my life."

So Anton watched them leave—the fan who was beaten did need ice, but the scars were all made up by Anton.In any case, the effect is remarkable, and a few words can scare people away.

Several Newcastle players nodded slightly to Anton, showing a little respect, and then left.Sunderland finally returned to calm in front of the dressing room.

Anton exhaled lightly, and began to rub his right hand slowly, thinking to himself while rubbing: next time the players should be required to take basic lessons to learn the basic principles of action and reaction.

He went back to the locker room and closed the door behind him.Pickford has already rushed towards him: "Boss, you are so handsome!"

Just now Russell taught him for a long time, don't provoke troubles easily, don't do whatever you want in the away game of the deadly enemy, don't implicate the whole team if anything happens, blah blah blah.But after Henderson and the others came in and told what Anton had done, Russell's painstaking efforts were immediately in vain.Pickford didn't listen to a word. Now his eyes are full of stars, and he only thinks about the handsome and heroic demeanor of his head coach when he teaches others.

Anton came in and smiled: "It's okay, I explained to the outside just now that the person who hit someone was not our Sunderland player at all."

Pickford excitedly said: "Yeah, let's beat him to death..."

Before the words were finished, the young goalkeeper suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Other Sunderland players gave Pickford the wax in unison.

Anton: "...It's already packed, go back to the bus with me. It's still the same as before, everyone go together, don't leave anyone alone. Russell, you drove here by yourself, didn't you, please, the people in this house Please take care of those who don’t belong to Sunderland. Take him back to Sunderland later.”

After Anton made the arrangements, he stood up, took off his training jacket, hung it on the wall of the locker room, and then walked out with the other players.During this process, he did not look at Pickford at all.

Pickford felt his heart seized with dread.

Could it be...he was fired by the head coach?

Young people don't think about contracts, performance, or breach of contract. At this moment, Pickford has only one thought in his mind: Anton doesn't want him?

In an instant, many memories flooded into my mind: I was promoted to the first team from the youth training camp, was rented out to practice after losing face, the head coach took the whole team to watch his game, returned to Sunderland, played as the main goalkeeper, and missed a mistake However, he was also put on the bench by the head coach...

Anton never gave up on him.

"Anton doesn't want me anymore..." Pickford cried out with a bark.

Russell felt a severe headache, and secretly complained in his heart: Anton, this kid, is definitely not good for him.

Sure enough, Pickford howled twice, and stopped crying immediately - this kid has a magical brain circuit, and at this moment he stared at Russell beside him.

"Mr. Black, Your Excellency the Assistant Coach, Director Luo...Mother Luo!" The kid was crying with a snot in his nose, begging Russell, "How can I get Anton to recognize me?"

Russell immediately laughed angrily at the nickname "Mother Luo".

"Do you understand why Anton doesn't want you?"

Pickford: "Understood!"

He recounted what Russell said just now, such as reckless provocations and hurting the whole team, with sincerity, as if he knew he was wrong 800 years ago.

Russell: "So you know you're wrong!"

Pickford: "Yes!"

"Knowing that you are wrong and committing it knowingly, the crime will be aggravated!"

"..."

"To be honest, boy, I'm on Anton's side in this matter." Russell looked at Pickford.At this moment, the young goalkeeper is like an eggplant beaten by frost, his whole body is wilting.

"I'm a father, and I hope my child will enter society after he matures. After all, I'm not him, and I can't stand by his side to protect him from the wind and rain." Russell sighed.

"Anton is the same. No matter how powerful he is, no matter how brave and fearless he is, he can't always follow you and protect you in everything. If your personality is not suitable for being a professional player, it may be a good idea to quit as soon as possible. good thing..."

Pickford could only feel tears streaming down his face, and gradually he could no longer hear what Russell was saying.

Anton really wants to give up on him?

Anton thinks he is not suitable to be a professional player!

Indeed, he is frizzy and has street habits all over his body. Compared with players of the same age, compared with the bullies and idiots in the team, he is simply a bad boy with problems.

But does he really have no merits, no hope of staying?

Pickford, who has a clear brain circuit, immediately wiped away his tears, grabbed Russell's coat, and asked: "Mother Luo, tell me, what should I do to prove to Anton that I am mature and suitable for you?" What about being a professional player?"

……

After Luo Su got home, he hung up the phone to Anton: "Brother, you really are here. I've never seen Pippi like this, crying and begging. I always thought this kid was heartless, but I didn't expect Still going up."

"You are really ruthless... Yes, I mean you, you can be so ruthless in just a moment, directly declaring that he is no longer a Sunderland player."

"What happened to him after that? Haha, Anton, there are times when you don't expect it?" Russell was finally proud, "If I tell you, you have to buy me a beer!"

The other party agreed, and Russell didn't forget to add, "It must be fine brew!"

Who made him, "Mother Luo", work so hard?